Poetry - Year V - Number 36 - May 2020

NUEVO LAREDOby Paul Bamberger  Life As A Thirty Second Sound Bite would he find a way out or was it simply too much trouble the grandeur of simplicity too unattainable the idea of get on with...

MAN UPby Frank ModicaMan UpGood Catholic boys in button down shirtsand blue jeans fought on the school playground,rising and falling in the masculinity standings.This brutal competition snared everyone,large and small, Polish, Italian,or Irish, and...

WINTER IN DELHIby Anvesh Jain  Tuesdays are to Anjaneyar I wish I didn’t have to thinkAbout my hands coiled in red string,Performing ablutions on a dirty mugAs the water seeps through my knuckles. I wish I didn’t have...

LOSTby Allen Vega  I’m lost, a child walking through the night, walking among the woods. The moon hiding behind the clouds, shows its face from time to time. I can see my breath in the...

OUROBOROSby Nathan Tluchowski  Goodbye Words for the Dead Fella while I was holler whisp’rinmy wake up midnight moansyou was wrapped up warmand tidy in your so sheer linenwith your wormsmoan groaning your way alongcold cement groundto...

MOM’S HAPPIEST CHILDby Patricia Feeney    “But Patty, you’re my happiest child.”My mother spoke with a dreamy smile,eyes lit, tiny glints in the darkened bedroom,the sanctuary of my ten-year-old self.    She held me in her arms...

THE ALCHEMIST, GRASPING FOR MEANINGby John Sweet  incantation for the refused the rumor of your death orthe lie that is your life                          bothmaybeand at the same time sunlight and famine andunpaid bills the news of warwhich is how...

WHEREFORE ART THOU, MY LOVEby H.L. Dowless  Dreamin’ Of Peaches In Moon Light                                                  I was living in Renoin a hotel staring at the walls,thinking of the love we’d had oh,N’ where we’d both gone so wrong. Here...

The Last Nail Wonder,regret,disconnected phones,internet searches,discoveries and obituaries—coffinsand coffinsand coffins—so many coffinsnailed shutby outdated addressesbeside names ina 25-year-old address book. Old I She was supposed to outlive him,but she gave up,left him alone,dependent on visitationsfrom her childrensaddled with...

POEM FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDSby Tom Carter  When I look on you, I seeA land that is your own: Un-pioneered ravines and hills, overgrown,Uncharted streams and dales, valleys Nooked in darkness still, unsown,Fertile tracts of ground waiting...