Poetry

REASONS FOR PARTINGPoems by Richard Fein REASONS FOR PARTING   They've found each other at last these voyagers.Her star is Virgo  and his is distant Andromeda.Diligent dream chasers for sure.Just a hug away in the  carbut the...

OF PINE STREETPoems by John Repp Of Pine Street A confused tenderness, like a dimly bluish windowpane/Sings old songs… Fernando Pessoa (as Àlvaro de Campos) Of Pine Street I sing, the impossible one frying eggs & toasting toastshe...

TIDES OF THE BODYPoems by Anne Whitehouse TIDES OF THE BODYBreath, shape-changer,the organs gently swaying in their fascial hammockslike the flora and fauna of an undersea world—the yellow of the small intestine,deep coral of the...

UNDERSTANDING NUMBERSPoems by Lowell Jaeger Understanding Numbers Pulsing red lights, blue lights.Cop-cars.  An ambulance. White sedan upside-downamidst a glitter of shattered glass. I’m slowed in the opposite lane, almoststopped cold, though a state patrolmansignals us to keep nosing...

NEW LEAFPoems by Joshua Seguin NEW LEAF A new leaf,Another day,Journey for days,May I read the last page,Of this book? A little more water,A little more sky,As far as I am concerned,There is no other Life. The sunflowers...

THE WAY OF TIM ASHPoems by Timothy Robbins The Way of Tim Ash You have a way of appearing, the chorus ina Satyr Play. The night before my hernia repairyou look better than you have in...

WAYFARINGBy Carl Scharwath  WAYFARINGCity rain breathingRadiation from the storm cloudsAs tar black feather ballsDisguise the avenue.Ghosts in the metropolisLeer from empty buildingsPoisonous tomb stonesRising in the shadowsDevout of humanityLifeless and forsakenOn what journeyThe victim returns?   ADMONITIOYou...

LADY ON A LENSBy William C. Blome A BLUEBEARD BRIEF LAMENT Roses no sooner get centered in my fireplacethan they send out a fragrance of hesitation,some wispy girl a-stumbling down the staircaseas if it were a...

MR. ÉTIENNE HEIFARABy Kimo Armitage Mr. Étienne Heifara is sad that he left Tahiti on bad terms with his siblingsNight is an old woman with a canepoking the sun to come out.Mosquitos fill my childhood...

POEMSBy Patrick Hurley ***there is no port of entrywhat atlas charts thesesaturnine territories?ingress is a dangerous fictionradioactive particlesare ubiquitoustoxic energies fix our hopesbut only choice computes  ***these voices are not frenchand this is no paradisetry for...