Poetry - Year IV - Number 23 - April 2019

SONATAby Trivarna Hariharan LullabyListeningto our river’s old flow—I make peace with myself. SonataWhat shall fillthe absence ofthe flowers thathave fallen fromour Kadamba? ReflectionIn the stillnessof an autumn river—I meet a worlduntouched bythe mind. FloweringBreath by breath—a peony opens...

NOTHING LEFT TO SAYby George Freek THE DEAD (After Mei Yao Chen) A sultry breeze weakens,as the dying sunfalls like a ball of lead.A raven searches for carrion,hovering above my head.I walk the lake shore alone.I...

CEILING FANby Kyle Doty   Another Poem About TragedyI told you your sins were absolved.I did not tell you that I don’t have the authority.So I’m a liar.The truth is without you there wouldn’t be a...

LONELINESS IS RARELY IMAGINEDby Richard LeDue Because The Doctor Recommended Walking Noticed a truck parked at your apartment,and wonder if you're seeing someone new. Why do my legs betray me nightly,conspire with restless hands,who miss the fingerprints...

TWILIGHTby Richard Dinges, Jr Twilight Shadows hide intwilight, hide inbanality of dimskies cracked byblurred limbs.  Limbssway spasmodicallyin wind's whispers.A judgment of a daythat promised sharp linesbetween light and dark,now slips quietlyover a gray horizon.A judgment recastson...

SHE IS A WOMANby James Evan Gates ImpermanenceStop what you are doing and take a nap.Your bed is calling. The rain is falling.Our long and arduous expedition has come to an end.Be at peace with...

    ALL THIS LOVEby Jared Pearce               Computer ChessI keep clicking undoto trace my losingstreak, to find outall my mistakes.If I go another way,if I had allowed my brotherto tag along more often,or if I had...

    IN THIS GREAT AND COMPLEX WORLDby Carla Carlson   GREETING THE BUSINESSMAN AFTER INDIA I have no sayover the sky’sgrey determinations.My husband drivesa motorized toothbrushinto his mouth.He’s still jet-lagged.A problem is a thingone must change.A kiss. A...

INTO THE BLIZZARDby Kathy Robertson Fall Festivities During our annual drivewe rediscoverthe buttery meadowsmeandering amongstNiagara Escarpment bluffsdecked in colourful coatsof the season burgundy,gold, scarlet, plum—as sun’s raystorch the landscape. Crisp, crinkly leavescrunch underfootas we stop to surveyroadside...

ORANGES AND LEMONSby Aaron Fischer Lines for Joey Ramone (Jeffery Ross Hyman, 1951 – 2001) When the last words of some conversationget lost in a spatter of crackle and buzz, I can almost hear again the band roaring...