Poetry - Year V - Number 32 - January 2020

THE CHAIN IN THE SKYby Uko Tyrawn Okon Flowers are spreading a virusThat is what the experts call itIt makes people walk on a chainThat is one hundred feet in the skyWho put the chain...

MEDUSAby Andre DeCuir When My Father Calls When my father calls, we talk of birds,how the blue jays cannonball,their  large bodies splashingwater out of his birdbaths:old rusty pans found in dumpsnow resting on boardsin the green...

THIS IS THE LIGHTby Scott Waters Leaving the Cove City lights flicker like candlesburning the hem of 5 a.m. I finish my bowl of cereallace up my shoesand wrap my hand aroundthe door knob like a fly fisherman...

SAY ANYTHINGby Austin Adams Carrion Flower Faint fragrance of aFlower too subtle forHuman sense.It is there. What one cannot know,Call by any name:Iandipan, aruzzrula,Dogwood. There are no lessonsThat cannot be learned.All things, inarticulate, are.That is no lesson. I Will...