Poetry

POSITIVEby Emily Brummett     A heavy waft of Sunday breakfastawakens meearlier than a routine Sunday hangoverEach smell circles my stomachand lumps slide up and down my throat,and a headache forms.Medical School.My reputation.Everything-Gone.After one drunken night.I...

DREAM PARKby Dominique Williams   Dream ParkIn my tour of the vast and endless city of exquisite white marble and verdant green grass, I came upon a corner which led to a dead end. With my...

HAUNTED ONE I sleep with fairieswhile dreamingthe truthof my soul,eyes closed,staring.Magic within,rooted inside;scarce without;abundant,once I am found.Outside, the darkhaunts mebut inside mind’s eye,light of truthaboundsand…darkness becomesthe haunted one. EMPTY AGAIN grief grips my eyesspills rain down my...

HOWEVER RICHby Cameron Morse    Shave GelTheo says Mama and hands mea hair from your head  so long its endshave twirled together. Today isthe bottle of my shave gelhe won’t let go of as if it containedsome wish-granter...

BEETHOVEN A memory within music, a ripening with vineyards overgrown, and your mind's ear in tune; alert with days you look through a small window at strangers, the relentless wave-pulse, uncorked knowledge on a journey through a territory where time gathers shards of meaning. A frustration of the...

We Are All Complicit In Mariupol, a man searchesall night in the rubble of his house.“Four children, four adults,” he says,as day breaks. He starts to dig their graves. On a New York street a man...

TRACK 18By Benjamin Schmitt Track 18 Sophie bears me to ill willshe cannot barethe weight of her own heartshe-bears have robbed herwith their raw fish breathand den scentsof the inquisitive breezethat once scatteredorganized leaf piles of...

MEMORIALBy Geoffrey A. Rubin Memorial Weeping willows talkAnd haunt a temple of solace.In a soothing slow voiceWhispers down from heaven.The power of those not presentInspires witnessed remembrance of The silence of the sacrificedAnd our own calling on...

THE SAME BOATby R. S. Stewart     THE SAME BOATThe contraption we still cling tohas layers of catastrophe lowerthan the steeper ones we soughtin our daily dreams, sailingor swimming safely to shoreand out again, the thought...

FOR EMILYby Joe Murphy For Emily In Remembrance It seems your years were set too closely together:When one toppled, all the others fell. Shut the power off, you said. Enough. Your bodyQuickly shut down. Your smile is now as...