Poetry - Year VIII - Number 61 - October 2023

The Suitcase I am waiting for the rain to stop but it won’t let up.The clouds came in before sunset and now there’sno telling whether a sliver of light remains of this day.My ex-wife came...

Spades Eight eyes face inward,an imperfect squareMeticulous tick marksA careful scribeFifty two cards,twelve face,thirteen spadesDealer shuffles,a sliding bridgeYou splitKnuckles rapConfidentNot enough for blindDealA flurry of movementCount’emWe good?Good. BidI’ll go nillThe hell you willFour eyes lock,a...

Purity Two dozen Purity Roses. The aroma embraces themLike an aura. Frederick hands them toKatherine,Five years ago. Now she stares at his pictureWhile sipping watery iced tea. And talking with their daughterWhom they never had. Something New and Hopeful Pushed off...

Inner Flow Nothingness could be difficultMirror could be painfulSilence isn't vulnerableSitting still isn't idleHealing isn't necessarily joyfulWisdom isn't just jawful Simple is so beautifulReal isn't just relatableNaked is very naturalNature is living spiritualLight & dark are...

Stranded. My mother’s bones are like the bleached carcass of a cow whalewho confused by signals in the Sound could not find the way to the open sea – nature has no pityall things are born,...

The Migration (Stepping Stones in a Cangshan Mountain Grotto) 1 Last night was a dream of you crowned by daisies. The European and the beautiful The Greek gods. Of course, you weren’t there when the sun blared DONG , and the great bell...