Poetry - Year VI - Number 48 - May 2021

Ephrastic poetry Picture of Abraham Hulk The dreamery inshore A dreamed ship has gone agroundat the most marvelous and dreamiest afterglow.The mast adverts to orientation ofa tender Morning star.Seafarers died at midnightfeeling the sea-like fantasy.The wind wrenched...

Statistics In 2020, death rates for thelonely climbed. Research showedthere Is not a mask for loneliness.No one wants to watchthe hands of a clockstop. In Japan,the lonelycan rent a family for hire.Pick the day and...

Song I sing grief with joyNothing about me anymoreThe Charm of MelancholyTo boil how much it ravagesTo the soul the frenzied chancePlace what columbineLaughter that gives grabSearch for lampOr another vegetable ideaOf those who perspire...

If there’s one thing I’ve learnedfrom the hours spent staringat the tiny airplane on the edgewhere the sky breaks the rock, It’s that when scenery passesbetween two realities, flashes ofwhat was slowly replacing what is, his...

After Lovefor Julia After lovenothing movesbut timebackwards a faceits green dartof snow your seventy-sevenyearsblink Robert Hirschfield  is a New York-based poet and free-lance writer whose work has appeared in Salamander, Parabola, The Moth (Ireland), The Writer, The Iconoclast...

OLD YALLER He’s more pink thanyellow. But I couldn’tvery well name himafter a girly colorcould I? In the old dayswhen he was rousedat the mere sight of afrisbee he’d work himself upto almost purplewith pent-up...

New days ahead and worlds of wonder.Riding on my bike and looking for my plunder.I ride around a lot, and girls have nothing against me.I just never try to get close to them then...

Masterpiece “I find bits of scrap metal beneath her bedfrom boys who bury promises in her belly.”—Kristina Haynes Her body was a junkyard: a potpourriof someone else’s tired mess—a regurgitatedmasterpiece (fragments collaged together:rotten bits of stranger...

September as AfterthoughtHarvey Mountain, Columbia County, New York On Harvey Mountain, far north of here,snow is seeping into rock crevicesbordering the path, and lichenis lining the feet of a denuded pine,its root system upturned,open to...

PART ONEA CALL FROM BEYOND I sat watching the space of sky and the surrounding countryside just before twilight came. Everything appearing as though to have come more alive now with the last of a...