Poetry - Year VI - Number 45 - February 2021

Struggle of the Jewish PeopleBy Regina Saad The crack of the afikomen:The broken cracker symbolizing struggle.The struggle of the Seder finally ending. The rule to not ask dad any questions,For it will cause the anguished meal...

Standing Dead I stand reckoningthe struggle of distance between me and standingdead timbers Tall slender mo’ai gray and silent I listenThe field to the wetlands hums Starburstsof stingers flit between wild flowers I hear voicesfrom...

Greetings to Hannah S. Jones Dear lovely daughter, Let us always expect full respect, nothing less.People will offer us much less at times,even hurl disrespect at uslike fire and ice. We have inherited tears. If you are able...

UntitledDown under the house, I am not a person, but a temporary ghost.I’m smoking my useless time. This space feels like a bunker’s tomb.Thoughts blurry in my mind’s eye, I wrestle with my own...

Lighthouses for driftwood what if night was a curtainyou should have pulled it asidea way long time agoperhaps, you can see out without your glassesa universe of a world untouchableeven the moon needs to sleepmaybe...

Death by ArsenicYou heard them say death by ArsenicDreaming of Candy Corn lanky simpletonOne Two Three sillies ArithmeticHer never things list highIrishman’s new bed his Coffin PalaceInvented a lovely briber horrifyShe died Must be...

Mythic Proportions my mother wanted a life writ largea life of shattering revelationsa long way from where she was bornand although she found all too briefly her fifteen minutes of fameshe never recovered from this...

Child by Aracelly P. Campo (a.k.a. Bones) Legends of the heavensTeach me the witchcraft of understandingThe Universe with a poetic verseIn the mystic arms of natureI shall journey to an Eden of harmony and magical beginningsMy...

Spirals of Sound IIf One of us must dieI hope it is I.When I thought my son with leukemia was dead, I screamed at God,“Take me instead!”The wish still stands inside my head.The signs and...

VISITATIONTime becomes a pixilated memoryof bliss and bloodas the clock winds down.We pause to visit for a brief dazeas the foundation weakens while wonders compressinto petrified shadows a labyrinth of murky intrigueforgotten in repetitionas...