Poetry - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

A LIFE NOT OUR OWN by Melissa Chappell   A Life Not Our Own The lights of the television crews shone as bright as a Syrian sun.The scene was set for a Presidential appearance,red backdrop, no doubt...

PANERA by James Croal Jackson  Panera I lost the important thingssweeping baguette crumbsunderneath an industrialfan– cyclicality, the broom’s sashayfrom one end of the room tothe next– sand blown from the centerof the desert, and how selfishto keep...

INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃOby Roseangelina Batista INCONSTANTE CORAÇÃOPrelúdio ao poema de Ajahn Mun Ora um fluxo de momentos,ora um fluxo de vazio presente. A semântica do coraçãoEm realidades separativas—Movimento ou quietude. Em movimento,A consciência rodopia multiforme,Metamorfoseando imagens pareadas—Bem e mal—emergem...

WHITE WINGSby Dr. Daniel King Marchese We march on the mare far from the iceThat towers and almost reaches to spaceWhere ion assaults will serve to enticeOur comrades to arm and then to effaceAll signs of...

STAY COOL (Poetic Rap) by Sahaj Sabharwal Stay cool,Don't be a fool,Just like a mule,Are you a dull stool? Never be in terror loon,Or you will see an error soon. Do something new,Which is done by a few. Always...

GRIND by Tina Dybvik 2020 cinquain Post growthClimate chorusLosing wet bulb temperedFaith; blue ocean blues-y buskingTips fate. Grind Why soProfound a breakWith fine espresso grindTo morning brew French pressed anewRoutine? About the Author: Tina Dybvik: My verses have been published in...

THE VOICE by Bethany Bruno The Voice I’ve always loved the complexity of fall.Only one season makes me feel alive, one that allows my roots to entangleInto Earth’s soil.Winter, spring, and summer seasons drag on like an...

HELPLESS by Brian Rihlmann   HELPLESS never had I seen youso helplessas when I put my armsaround her frail bodyto walk her downthose three snow covered stepsthat thanksgiving you stood watchingfinally extended a handbut your eyes were wildand...

DemiseThe demise of the Age of Chivalrybrought one meritorious outcome in its wake:it spared many steeds gory battlefields,a martyrdom in political intrigues.The expiration of the Colosseum’s feastsspared starved lions and encaged beaststhe task of...

FIVE POEMS by Simon Perchik   *Hiding on this tiny rockits light is falling arm over armbrought down as hammer blows and mountains clinging to the sunthe way mourners will gatherand aim for your forehead –it’s not right...