Poetry - Year IV - Number 24 - May 2019

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...

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...

THE DOORSby Kevin Cahill      The Doors                                                                                       Amid a bust-up of bell-bottoms and police-dogsand a flashing skink undoing himself in view,                    the song starts. Keeps in the hand for a minute,                                 composing itself, wiggling, disbanding into beer.This is...

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...

THE UNFOLDING OF A DESTINYby Chic Scaparo   A Morning in December I woke from a dreamher face, etherealthe expression, serious, yet peacefulnot the face of a strangerbut of one I'd known once beforeher name whispered...

TODAY I TRAVELED TO THE PAST by Jose Manuel SÁNCHEZ  GÜEI VIAXÉ AL PASÁU                                                            Nel vieyu mundiugüei entamaba l’inviernu,güei ye’l Samaín,“l’acabu del verañu”.+++++Güei lleve-yos floresa los mios ancestrosa Sobrefoz,a les sos montañesau entá les divinidaesBeleño (Belenus)y Tarañes...

WORK OF ARTby Valerie Patrick   Work of ArtHold my face like the Portland VaseTrace the pictures on my cheekbonesGaze into my eyes like the Mona LisaAppreciate every stroke of colorCaress my body like the statue...

PICTURE NEGATIVEby Gabrielle Amarosa   Stars’ Crossed LoveI see her across an inky sky,Pure light,Brighter than any other.She is part of the great bear—Like a bear herself,The strongest and most fiercely beautiful.We all orient ourselves by...

ASK A CHILD, ASK A BUTTERFLYby Megha Sood Like an open scarred river This cystic undulating pain speaks for itselfborn out of the muted death, it has its own semanticsa lexicon of angst and fear,it molds...

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...