Poetry - Year V - Number 42 - November 2020

Alma Desatada A serração desceu rápida e do-í-da.Veio duma latência em rodeios Açorianos.Solitário rochedo, suspenso em fosca água-lusa.Longe, o coro das oliveiras ao léu. Açores! Por quem te desatei as naus um dia... Volátil, irado, vulcanizado.Mouro-Sefardita dum...

Goulburn A muddy river flanked by gums wanders through town past rope swings hanging from high branches, rippling around snags and sandbanks, flowing home Tingalpa The bush spread to the reservoir’s edge. Water stretched out of sight round the peninsula. Wind-blown waves chopped across...

Lie with me in this moment sink into the book of me where all my stories wait to be told. Take out the pages and read– It’s not quite Spring here– where Winter lags in the heat and humidity...

bucket list the crackle of plastic as an elephant’s trunk unfurls, accepts a sugared bag; gentle eyes and huge eyelashes smile as it stuffs it into its mouth. it’s so stupid, it’s eating my bag! shouts the nasty kid. I...

Nixon Resigns At the skating rink teachers on patrol, the rumble, the smell of floor wax, popcorn. She rolls next to me and winks I think. We bump into each other and fall in my mind love in hers over that stupid boy. And the...

Creekside Why can’t every day be pancake morning?  Last night Mom made treaty with the monster under my bed. Front yard pine needles nest in my hair because I won’t give up on keeping tally of fireflies. Mouse...

Scar Tissue Land I don’t recognize the yellowed veins of wood chapping into hot, sun-hardened beams. It has been too long since I came here last: to the scar tissue land where my pets are buried. My brother,...

M Charactered And in the glare Mu Cephei roils As if to dare armed craft to draw near Or to deter steel souls from rare risk Which is the high dream I Kalki chose So now I boost thrust...

THE CITY (Caracas) I. This other overcast morning I hear two snaps echo up the narrow streets It is time to greet the day II. Children in school uniforms adults in work clothes hurry down these narrow streets On a patch of grass near worn buildings A man...

THE FIRST LOCKDOWN birdsong splashed mornings grass-shadowed fawns quail, rabbits and coyotes abound a brief reprieve, Brothers and Sisters Fool’s Gold how lonely we’ll be when you’re gone I read once that nothing is ever lost. Does Gaia hold you always in her heart—your spirit,...