Poetry - Year V - Number 30 - November 2019

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...

UP THERE By Roger Singer UP THERE  The moon a legend inthe sky a face totalk toa light to cry under a beaconfor our pathsalongsideriversshorelinesand late nightsidewalks we observefrom hereat thebasement ofgravitya beauty thathaunts us. SMALL AND GREATI lit a candlefor comfortits...

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...

SPEND THE NIGHT by John Grey SPEND THE NIGHT Nothing like the creaky doors,worm-riddled stairs, cobwebbed windows,of an old deserted mansion.Especially at night,in the midst of a thunderstorm,with lightning flashesthe only visibility,thunder thumping clouds together,and rain trampling...

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...

The Café DownTo the Latin QuarterTo the caféBy the storeWhere you boughtThat green dressWhere we lockedOur bikesTo the street lampAnd raced the rainTo salvationWhere the tableWas oursIn our universeAway from it allWith everything nestled inWhere...

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...

WEDDING by Timothy Loveday   Maggots she cannot tell herhusband that there aremaggots in her fanny. thatthe maggots only feed on deadflesh. that they have been growinginside of her. that they come out whenshe pees. in the...

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...

LUCK by Joan McNerney   Falling Asleep Curling into a question markeyes shutteredlips pursedhands empty. Dropping throughlong dusty shaftsdown into dank cellars.Leaving behind faded day. That last cup of sunlightpouring from fingertips.Lulled by rattling trains,sighs of motors. Bringing nothing butmemory...