Poetry - Year IV - Number 25 - June 2019

LIFE OF A POET by John Kaniecki A AbsoluteData, information, TruthCan you compute?Are you astute?These theories they present inHigher educationDo they serve sin?Do they offer salvation?Scarecrow on the cross defining painNails pierced through skin and boneThat is...

A PLACE CALLED HOME by Diana Papazian A place called homeI'm from a place of endless nightsof conversations by the kitchen stove.I'm from a place where people smile,yet their eyes betray generations of sorrow and misplaced hope.Where...

THE BICYCLEby Mark Jamieson Gettysburg Gettysburg, park on the hill.Elevator to fourth floor.Riding boots. Walk to supper,Across the street and next door.Old tavern, downstairs, bricksAnd candles, a nice choice to make.Bench, dark wood, quiet corner.            Bread, bourbon and...

TEXAS TOWER by Mickey J. Corrigan Texas Tower You set your sites onthe highest point in townwith a maximum rangeand full inaccessibilityfor the enemy below.Who is the enemy nowyou wonder as you driveto the university and riseto...

BRUCE LEEby Marc Carver I found Betrend Russell in a park I had never been to beforeI had Bruce Lee dumplingsand people kept smiling at me all day longand a family adopted me on the...

KA OCEAN by Daniel King Ka Ocean Oceans form with an oboe call;Brahma’s seas with a Tritonic horn.Now the sea is a blue spinel;Now the sea is a sparkling gemstone.Cabochon floats its topaz egg,Shabda on all the...

HIGHWAY MIRAGEby Dale Dewoody  Highway Mirage “Near the highway surface, grazing rays from the sky in front of us pass down from higher cooler air to warmer rarefied air and back up again into our eyes…If a...

A PURPLE SHADOW by Stella Prince Leaves were crisp against my boots.The crunch of sticks sounded like a baby’s rattle.The moonlight made my quiet eyes dim.Woods are purple and black.Woods are full of mischief.I listened softly...

FOUR MILES TO ARCADIA by Stephen Reilly FOUR MILES TO ARCADIA The citrus groves punctuated with fruit.Is it that early in the season? With the pastures still green, the cattle could care less about what questions I askor...

A PIECE OF TIME by Peycho Kanev The Hospital Snow-white and farinaceous andlittle green. Tall windowsand birds on the branches outsidelike in an aquarium.Squeak of rubbers solesand wheels on the linoleum. Then a scream echoes that quickly fades away.It...