Poetry

Because of their format, several poems that appear in the current issue are included only in pdf. To read them, click on their titles on the right side of this page.

Randy Blasing

 

Making a pilgrimage to Albuquerque
to give thanks I cheated heart surgery
of a bad outcome only last month,

Stanley Moss

 

On a road leading to where I used to live,
thoughts go back to friends who would visit,
most now are in places quite exquisite,

Vona Groarke

 

I remember there was a big bridge
with a toll, and for once I had change.
The river was a shadow of itself below

Vona Groarke

 

A cartoon rider on a horse so real
it shits and stalls and rears against the rider
it’s been saddled with in this narrative.

Vona Groarke

 

I came out of that country
with one suitcase
crammed with newspaper,
seeds in every fold.

Carolie Parker

 

There is one pointtwo point and pointless
(I am referring to some of
the excesses of Canaletto).

Jeredith Merrin

 

Sorrow, keep calm.
Evening—you asked for it—has come.
Darkening streets (depending who you are)
bring peace, or fear.

Bruce Bond

 

The dawn of the age is an old tune just barely in d minor.
You can go there, listen, hear what Arnold Schoenberg heard

Hailey Leithauser

 

Boats are sad folks
as they rock
and they rock tied

Hailey Leithauser

 

Murmurous muezzin, hedge-
hiding, no reason to
silence for never I’d harm
you, not Rueheart, not