Poetry – Year V – Number 40 – September 2020

Alabaster Breast Milk Ilk Horns Dragon-Lilies Zodiac redemptionIrish wine Brandy sniffer graceShe’ll be back in a flashLimp as a wet rag looking at her facePollenate paraphernalia paper trashAlabaster Breast Milk white gulden embraceCotton polis flourished...

A stained glass imaginingFrom the third floor the treetops are filigree fine,emergent tendrils nod frantic nervousnessin the ethereal breath of a gossamer breeze.Lace leaves play like piano fingerscaught by ripples from whipish curlicue. The street...

A Column of Smoke ghosted west to the seaand I missed my off ramp like most of the otherswho prayed to the fire gods oh please, not me,and I saw from a distance the mean residueof burnt chaparral...

A Poem for the wind When the veil of darkness finally descends,and that light within us diminishes,perfect peace and contentment shall stand for eternity then,when our days on earth are finally finished. When I stand on...

Noticing Women I am not the woman in the front row staring with adoring eyes at the poet,her husband, on the stage behind the podium, reading from his collection. Nor am I the woman standing behind...

MASQUERADE: This Face I wear to show what the world expects to see,a carefully painted visage rendered in muscles strainedand emotions held in check. These garments I don to match the Face with its painted smile,the...