Poetry - Year VII - Number 54 - 2022

Whether or not Ram was thereI don’t know. Whether or notRam would come one day,that also I don't know. But then,the only thing I know is thatthere’s one Ram Lalthere’s one Ram Prasadthere’s one...

A Lover’s Song come to mefor comfort and for warmthcome to me for lovefor friendship and for trustfor understanding and for care come to me for lovefor sunlit days and star filled nightsfor laughter and for...

The Paper Trail I am not competing for a place in history.My name was listed in the newspaperafter being born to let everyone know I had arrived,then report cards came along,rating me from a F...

Transcontinental How do you take it? She says.Clouds have rolled in, drawn thinend to end like cotton pantieson high-tension wire. Below the seaof non-native grasses is Lincoln,then below alkali flats,the lost golden tablets of Joseph...

I. Soft, Dead Leaf The night that you killed yourselfI walked down to the clearing whereAs boysWe had built a settlement,As pioneers we cleared the trees,And when the land gasped outWe leaned logs against bouldersAnd...

My Phone Died This silence makes me confrontthe thoughts I’ve tried to represswith an assembly line ofvoices and videos. My Longest Relationship My longest relationship is with myself.To keep the love alive, I need to ask:Are my...

Trading Post at the Edge of Known Empty more mistaken pearlto curl fate and find oneself somewhere withno starsand no fear,no knots andno ends The varied cost not haggled,just peaked and tipped Traverse naught and koan, andtrust the seed...

Emperor’s Concerto, Ocean Springs MS, 1943 My blackened windows are part of the coastalwar defense, or so I’ve been told. Even so,this is no room for sleep. Beethoven’s violins race through the open door of night...

Parting Is Sweet Sorrow she leftanddidn’t leavemuch of herself—a blond hairdropped without care,frayed golden threadon a worn and stained carpet,a cup of coffee,half-filled, unstirred,and a smell lingeringon the morning sheetslike a winter fog lying lightlyover...

What It Came To I never thought it would come to thisWhen I drove across town to get more cocaineOr watched the bulldozer fill in the graveOr played in the waves with my bucket and...