Poetry - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

DRIPby Roger Singer   DRIP  A passive silver moondripped its lightthrough lace curtainsinto my room the faucetin the bathroomdrippedwith preciseregularity both dripping worldsinvoking theirpresence on me there is no wisdomgainedbeing in the middle listening and watchingto the drip, dripfrom my shelterof...

CALMby Elana Wolff   Calm,not so long ago / the river ambling through the valley /easy in the aptitude of being in the blue beside the fireweedand pocket gophers stomping on the vandal grass / the...

LEAVING BUCHARESTby Jules Elleo   Leaving Bucharest In the courtyardof my apartment block,there is an elm tree.Its foliage reaches upto the 5th floor.Its rootsrun deepbeneath our sleep.TwiceI will seethat treeretrace the path backto life. SMS (Save My Soul) You are...

PROPERTYby Monty Jones Property How hard it iswhen you start to think about itto get everything together. Even a “bare” stagewill have its slant,its curtain, a shadow on the wall.Someone will come on with a pipeor a...

NIGHT HYMNby R. Nikolas Macioci   NIGHT HYMNA prostitute saunters back and forthunder a streetlight, takes permissionfrom the night to be there.  She poses,walks a few steps, poses again.  Sheis a beginner, barely able to smoothout...

COME TO ME AND LET ME HOLD YOUby Olivia Du Pont  Come to me and let me hold youIn the dead of night where voices are hushedBreathe life into the night,For you are alive, you...

WHITE CAKEby Annie Schumacher   White Cake I don’t remember the taste of my wedding cake.Afterwards, we froze the top tier in mom’s garageto eat in one year, our stale sugary keepsake.It was white, of course,...

POSITIVEby Emily Brummett     A heavy waft of Sunday breakfastawakens meearlier than a routine Sunday hangoverEach smell circles my stomachand lumps slide up and down my throat,and a headache forms.Medical School.My reputation.Everything-Gone.After one drunken night.I...

NOT A PRAYERby Diana Anhalt  For Ethel Figueroa, the Librarian, My Heroine, who lets me hide in the library— closed for recess—when girls in patent leather, red ribbons tied to braids,scoff at my orthopedic shoes, my...

DOMINIONby John Casey deference for despair still sodden frigid mornmuddled ubiquitous shadowsscattered, brittle leaves at footfallraven sky black thoughts dark path restlessly listless lost soulin a funereal slate suittrudging towardthe same tired aimless trainpreordained purposeless routinesecond verse...