Poetry - Year V - Number 33 - February 2020

TEARS OF SPADES IN AMERICAN BLUESby Mettamodernist   Julia Dream,Dream of a key,A key to unlock all your doors I am your abyss, your good fix, your sanity, your hell.Who can thrive when no love abides,Who can...

APOLLINAIRE by Timothy Robbins  Apollinaire This morning I read Apollinaire’s “Zone”and thought him silly. Meaningbeing a vagabond, his being a vagabond,it’s no surprise he wanderedalong silly’s crooked paths starting witha Proto-Indo-European root for‘happy,’ which he certainly wasin Stavelot, dancing...