Poetry - Year VI - Number 46 - March 2021

That Leap Munching away in the sun,what could be more pleasant?Fellow Roos scattered as far as the eye can see -My lovely Mary there, mother of 2 and one in the pouch,seems quietly content… SHOUT !...

MENACING HEAVEN The sky has swallowed time’s poison. The sky is pressing on empty, mis-colored streets In this city, one—just one—baby cries ...

W w e h e ro dw e o c m ef r o m, w h e r e d ot h e y grow,the vines of reason, hieroglyphics,the artifacts of tongues?when does waxof...

Waking Up The sun peeks over the mountain’s ridgeas it does every morningunless there are clouds to hide behind.The bright orange, yellow familiar glowfills the house through drawn curtains. Our winding road is glistening, fresh with...

PegasusWhen spring comes and the winged wind brings itthe seeds of life and the boldness of the harbinger of creationthe wonderful sublimation of matrices that healin a cosmic dance provided in the attraction of...

The Humanity Of The Enemy Reality, is a rocking cradle, God is able, a miracle sleepsMother's gentle hand does not understand forces beyond her commandThe winds wails, the system fails, hatred prevailsReligion, nationality, ethnicity, ideology,...

Science Class Mud deluging between mytoes, up my legs, splatteringinto my hair, liftednot an inch above murky water, tangled with cordgrass,reaching alongside my invasivelimbs, all of me excavatingthis Dauphin Island playground for annelid worms, marshperiwinkles, or even...

Sext Halfway to midnight& still the need for words to break the dayin two, regardless of how tired the tongueis from digging pearls of praiseout of silent shells. This is whenthe Captain turns the rudder intoflesh, at peace with how thebow...

STINGERThe autumn encroaches my delineationRadiantMightyRenaissance-styledIn its zibellino accessoryMuddles my reposePigments my memoryJams snouts and tailsAt the bottom of dusty brush washersBrutality demyelinates my axonsI am groping for the pointI’d lost myselfIn the smother of...

Spirals of SoundIIf 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...