Poetry - Year V - Number 31 - December 2019

SWALLOWBy Keith Hoerner  engrossed with millions of americansin others’ misfortunes       movement distracts me       from the nearly two-hundred pound nine year old on tv       you carry a juicy earthworm in your bone-colored beak       to feed three tiny,...

HEARINGby Diane Webster HEARING My hearing intensifieswhen I lay me down to sleeplike feral cat dozingon top of abandoned shelfwith sounds ticklingdelicate ear hairs like train whistle miles awaywith wind I am in my bedroomat my parent’s...

SHADOWS AT NOONby Terry Brinkman                                                                                                                 Shadows at Noon Swift wings no longer serveShadows at noonLike sailboats along the horizonClouds shadows quakingA flock of birds crashes pastNow calm returnsAn arrow quivers the airLike sailboats along the horizonWith...

THE ARENAby Doug Bolling Once More Summer of 2018  along the Gulf.Our journeys toward an undecidedFar off but strangely near.The quickening winds from the south,Touch of palm leaf against exploring flesh.0ur voices sometimes taut as new...

SOME MONDAY OR ANOTHERby RC deWinter  Some Monday or AnotherI wasn't there when the microwave caught fire.This is what happens when dementors roam unsupervised.No real damage except now there's no microwave.Someday a new one from...

BALM by Pitambar Naik BalmPitambar Naik Remember the havoc in your thick apple-red heartyour journey finishes in the middle of the rainy kisses   how to coin a new emotive reaction in the autumn season your solitude is a bony...

DEAR PROFESSORby Jesse Benjamin Dear Professor You know so much more of the world than I,Even though you lack the simplest sophistications,Born as you were, in the fine dust of the piedmont,Reared in staggering steps, between...

WOMEN IN LOVEby Karen Deaver Women in Love Her art, his mine, saliva minglesin the Midlands grass cut sweet andtongues lap to the rescue of the drowned. No one wasto know their hearts were promisedbetween mountains and...

ALTEREDby LB Sedlacek AssemblyPlace theframeon a flatcleansurface bend tabsbackremove protectivefilminsertpictureartworklifebend tabsforwardandpresstosecurehangframeon aflatcleansurface. Nobody’s PlaygroundI noticed the slides first, hidden in thetrees, trees grown up around camouflagingthe unused abandoned playgroundthe utility building red with doors wideopen – it is empty,...