Adelaide Literary Magazine

SONGS OF INSURRECTIONPoems by Ben Nardolilli Office Politeness Super politeness sweatsFrom the cubicle wallsAnd echoes through halls,Corridors I knowHold and reflectWhispers of thoseWho know meBut cannot see meApproaching at the moment,Come aggression,Come out from your meetings,Come...

A POET OBSERVES A POETPoems by Thomas Locicero What Have We Done to Each Other? What have we done to each otherwith our words, mine too honest,yours too public? You did not knowme when I lived...

SUNDAY SCHOOL CHILDRENBy Claire Emery Your Sunday best never fit you rightYou preferred your tar to come from cigarettesInstead of inside the plays of a leather-bound book of judgementYou can flick a lighter more comfortably...

CAPITOL GAINPoems by Thomas Piekarski                                      Capitol Gain                                         While Monterey is magical, San Francisco                                amply sublime, Paris radiant, London wondrous                with resplendent cupolas, museums and bridges,Sacramento is the epicenter of modern progress.                   This Capitol is where it...

FALCONA poem by Shola Balogun Touch my lips with your tail, enthralling troubadourAnd renew your ties twice nowWith my triangular elements.No winding muse can measure your flightStill even with all the wisdomFrom the far east...

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...

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...

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...

BROKEN HANDPoems by Camille Germain Asthma There’s been this gnat flying around my room for daysevery time I feel its pinprick of a body in my palmit vanishes, into, through, out of the thick heat stroked...