SUNDAY AFTERNOON by Stuart Rawlinson
SUNDAY AFTERNOON
by Stuart Rawlinson
Commutations
The morning commute begins on the hourAs nighttime and daylight adjoin in friction.Buses interrupt as I squint for my number;Balanced and hovering on the kerb’s edgeIn front of staring commuters like...
WILLOW AND BARK by Sally Sandler
WILLOW AND BARK
by Sally Sandler
Somedays I Am That Cypress
The past has all blown east.The Monterey cypress felt it leavein the teeth of a Pacific sea squall.Ever since, the cypress has leaned easttoward the...
CAPTIVE by David Williamson
Captive
Thursday’s trap door below hermemory swings and upclimbs the same captoralways that man, grey wool suitred carnationtaking her furniture, picturesSaturdays hostageagain she bumps into the emptyspaces between bare wallsof personal careTuesday teaspoons...
REMEMBERING CAMUS by Reed Venrick
REMEMBERING CAMUS
by Reed Venrick
Circles of the Sea
The Eye was the first circle(Emerson)
Those last days of summer, buildinga sandman for the last time, beforeSeptember's school, soon to begin—when the child sees something,
she standing, leaping up...
FOUR POEMS by John Casey
Perfect Day
Leaves dancing, rustlingDelicately caressedBy the soft breezeA whispered wind song
Patches of sun, dartingBreak through branchesCascade and collideIn prismatic collageOn the forest floor
Nestled in shadeMossed rocks, mushroomsAnd unfurled fernsScattered at randomAlong my earthen path
I...
DOGS OF AUSTRALIA by Rodney A. Williams
Dogs of AustraliaFor German migrants internedas enemy aliens on Torrens Islandin the Port Adelaide River Estuaryduring World War 1.1I am a dog of AustraliaWalked here by this country’s first peopleAcross a land bridge long...
SIXTEEN OF ME by Lefcothea-Maria Golgaki
SIXTEEN OF ME
To Giorgos
by Lefcothea-Maria Golgaki
The Promise
The girl was told hapless creatures cannot marchFinite their choicesThe girl was told woebegone bodies can only trudgeRasping sound their voices
Should they adjust to a haphazard mannerCurtailed their...
RETURN by Angela Shepherd
RETURN
by Angela Shepherd
Return
You came to me as I took my first breath, the spirit which filled my lungs and energized my beginning with grace. My life dependent on your presence, inspired by your mystery,...