Adelaide Literary Magazine

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...

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...

LITTLE THINGSPoems by Amanda Caroline Whitehurst What You’ll Find Wonder will be scratched up under your fingernailsand you won’t have time to pick it out.At your apartment window, where at nightyou can see into other windows...

   TO MY FRIENDS, WHO NEVER LEFT HOMEPoems by Lucas Heilbroner   To My Friends, Who Never Left HomeIMy brothers peel their skin and leer-Eyes bugging-Through exhaust and broken corner stops.Reeling into thuggish scenes of postulated positioned...

GATHERINGPoems by Olivia Harman Gathering Today the gathering comes after the stormand I sit tight, my teeth pressed togetherlike keys in intricate locks,while outside that stillness starts gathering, a solemn warning, asking us to clear up...

TWENTY QUESTIONSPoems by Domenic Scopa Erotophobia (Fear of Sexual Expression)sixteen years after the rape The slam of the screen door,such a sullen finality -Tell me, how can I calmthe static field of my awake and trembling...

THE STATE OF THE STATEPoems by Tanner Harshman As Soon as Spring raspberry lipsstain printsupon lilac skinand the pollen windwells up eyesas bloodshotas the rose dressthat liesat her rooting feetand these allergiestend to compromiseeverything thatcoincideswith thoughtsconsisting...

SELFIEDOMPoems by Clark Holtzman MY ACCEPTANCE says nothing about the quality of your offer.My acceptance is sacred in this faithless sort of way.My acceptance builds upon many lesser optionsthat, in any event, have minds of their...

BEYOND THE BOUQUETPoems by Greg Moglia BEYOND THE BOUQUET I give her the bouquet with what I dare to call a loveShe takes it with a thanks, it’s lovely but then gets to workSnips away the...