Nausicaa 1. His sightline snaggled with marl Ulíses woke from his out-cold somersault through salt buffets, head pillowed on wavemelt, his old nets matted about him in a nylon kilt. An hour of raw, hollered vowels over having to unpick that oakum before he set his nails to the task, wore their edges dull and more »
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B. R. Dionysius ~ Five Poems
B. R. Dionysius ~ Five Poems B. R. Dionysius Poems ★ B. R. Dionysius is a Generation X contemporary Australian poet, editor & educator. His poems have appeared in numerous national & international anthologies, journals, magazines, newspapers & other periodicals. He was born in Dalby, Queensland. He was founding Director of the Queensland Poetry Festival. His more »
Five Poems ~ David Stavanger
that dream you keep having shower drips but there’s no water. in the bath’s deep end, faces floating on your face. eyes hung like light bulbs, front door cleaved open. blinking neon sign on the roof: THIS IS THE KILLING FLOOR the boneless ones suck at your toes harvesting hair from armpits and sinks. the more »
Five Poems by María C. Domínguez
Infamous famous just another day in this moulding city sitting between aseptic blue row on row of the naked tube tattooed infamous for the day headlines say naked me they could see but I dreamed my limbs dressed and pure robed in gold sturdy my chest embraced my dignity best Warrior-old famous down to the more »
Yuan Changming ~ Six Poems
Greenish Irony You wish to be a Douglas fir Tall, straight, almost immortal But you stand like a Peking willow Prone to cankers, full of twisted twigs Worse still, you are not so resistant As the authentic willow that can bend gracefully Shake off all its unwanted leaves in autumn When there is a wind more »
Fredric Koeppel ~ Three Poems
The Vanity of Self-Loathing Exhausted by a discontent disguised as modesty, I dream that I am Achilles, hero who thinks too much. Confined to our anchorage of dust, we fix small pinions to large claims and call innocence what we have lost. Then the dream of a woman sitting in a restaurant, naked, save for more »
L. Ward Abel ~ Five Poems
Artifacts from the End Having excavated the apocalypse, noting a careful sedimentation with trowels and toothbrushes, I stumbled on the end. They said it would. End. Some of my friends had put away so they could eat at a rapturous banquet. And many days I felt as if I should listen to the horses listen more »
Matt Bialer ~ A Poem
SILVER GHOST A VISIT FROM A RELATIVE A middle aged slender woman And her husband Enter Beth Israel Medical Center First Avenue and 11th Street Manhattan 1100 bed hospital Saint Laurent Marmot noir fur coat Long sleeved sequined mini-dress Husband in a Tom Ford suit Gray stripes Jacquard stitching Approach front desk I am here more »
Corey Mesler ~ Three Poems
Praying to the Silent God One does not use words. One breathes. In the center of breath there is a light. In the center of light there is a heart. Keep praying without answers. Answers are breath, light, heart, as true as vapor, as frangible as skin. — Weekend Alone “Strange: inability to be more »
Mark Young ~ Five Poems
A Line from Charles Darwin The symptoms of chickenpox are descended from a long line of priests, can lie dormant in the sensory nervous system for years simply by beating their tails from side to side. By observing facts through pre-sight neural tissue that originally came from Africa, they have reconciled with the heritage of more »