Categoría: poetry
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Endless Solitary Campfires by Paul Tristram
Confusion… and everything seems to belong in brackets these days… except me and my shadow. When ‘Comfort’ becomes a foreign currency and you’re Abyss-stuck … castaway… no signal fire, and way past the point of being able to imagine ever getting ‘Rescued’… because this is NO movie, or story… it’s…
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We Should Have Seen It Coming by Lynn White
To begin with the dark parts were small tiny black squares in the brightness, we should have seen it growing recognised its full potential noticed the blurred edges allowing it to creep outwards imperceptibly almost invisibly. And now there’s hardly a space between the black parts and little space for…
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WONDERING by Jeffrey Zable
There are a few people I know who are on the verge of death. Visiting one yesterday and seeing him lying in bed, no longer able to walk, breathing tubes in his nose, his arms and legs swollen, I became very sad. Not wanting to show it, I tried to…
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«JUST A MONSTER» by Friscia Magbanua
«JUST A MONSTER» by Friscia Magbanua I never asked my heartto become a cemetery.Yet it buries another version of meevery timesomething I lovelearns how to leave. Now it beatslike a monster—stitched togetherby the hands of grief. Em Em Magbanua is a poet and writer known for her evocative, emotionally charged…
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at the time of the accident by John Yamrus
she was 16 and the doctor had to shave part of her head to fix her up. she liked the look and shaved off all the rest, which her parents really didn’t like, but, she didn’t care because she thought it was cool and she kept it that way for…
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Going Barefoot by JK Miller
On your toes! Fighting stance! Period. We have always desired too much a morning without shipwrecks. The day may pound away at us. Our blood may boil. Don´t you realize? That same combative sun desires to caress you? Let´s make a bridge— not out of gold, or copper or steel—…
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2 Poems by John Yamrus
he knew her as Nancy, but, sheremindedhim of Jane, so,just to be safe,he called her Debbie, and atthe end of the day,it really didn’t matter, becausehe only saw her once, and thatwas the summerhe turned seventeen, andhe knewas sure as Shakespeare did, thatall the world’s a stage. ~~ wearing only…
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“Lost in Translation: Three Poems” by John RC Potter
Sometimes Sometimes,I miss you.I can’t forget you.You’re not far awaybecause I can never forget Indonesia.I remember one daywe went to a mountain.This mountain is too high,you said to me.You can’t climb;foreigners can’t do it,turn around, go back!But we walked there,to the top of the mountain.You and me, together.At the top,…
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A Poem by Gary Gautier (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
The Second Coming Astonished by a light refractedin floating candles, the steps, a gesture,a witching hour but the circlebroken, with blood and bone broken, the moon shoneimpassive, beautiful, coldas the moon is, butsomething broken, something not right. He approached; we all rejoiced,not knowing what he might do. Many years since…
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Tanka —03 by Luanne Castle
after “Fever 103” by Sylvia Plath imagine her sprawled in the chair of her walkup her long legs spilling to the side, book tossed away her face a pale winter sky. in a dozen hours yellow sullen smoke will wreath the time-battered door its threshold and window jambs a man…
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World Weary: A Poetic Triad by John RC Potter
“Birds in the Setting Sun” artwork by the author’s god-daughter, Nisa Winter Existential Navigation From last year’s eclipse, when all looked skyward,to yet another earthquake last week in Istanbul;from a darkened sky denoting a world on fire,to when I felt the foundations of our world shake: It is existential navigation.…
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«Lullabies in the Dark» by Scarlet Rose
«Lullabies in the Dark» by Scarlet Rose your nightmares have grown familiar,so much so that waking up from themis an afterthought. your tears have turned to tendernessso much that laughter and smilesno longer grace your day. your cries have become lullabies,so much so that singing and dancinghave lost their rhythm.…
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Tanka —02 by Luanne Castle
after The Lady of Shalott (1875) by John Atkinson Grimshaw after Millais’Ophelia (1851-52) by Sir John Everett when I think of her seeing the miniature longboat drifting down river pulsing underneath a fierce prow for protection her dress just a shroud her eyes now closed by others or spread on…
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Acapulco by Night by LindaAnn LoSchiavo
Whirlpooling through darkness, undulatingAs gracefully as a Chinese dragon, freeTo filigree wide Mexican midnight,Each colony of vampire bats wheeled, whooped,Long pulsing ribbons of grotesque-faced impsDetermined to find blood to sip or share,As a full moon clasped its chin, monitoringPlaypens of stars, while lonely North wind gustsContinued their brisk, bitter monologues.
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The Saddest Lines After Pablo Neruda and Johannes Pietsch By: Alexis Araneta
The Saddest Lines After Pablo Neruda and Johannes Pietsch By: Alexis Araneta I’m done writing the saddest linesYet the onyx silk sky still stretchesOver two lands groaning in the duskAnd the sapphire stud constellationsStill shiver from lightyears away I’m done writing the saddest linesMy tongue’s vanilla clouds have dissipatedAnd the…
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