NEW POETRY EVERY WEEK

 
 
   ROBERT JOE STOUT    Marcelino is a big man, balding, with almost invisible eyebrows on a face round like a pumpkin.

ROBERT JOE STOUT

Marcelino is a big man, balding, with almost invisible eyebrows on a face round like a pumpkin.

   ELIZABETH REAMES    FEATURE POET: SEPTEMBER 2018  sometimes I hallucinate / a remnant of warmth / within these ashes

ELIZABETH REAMES

FEATURE POET: SEPTEMBER 2018

sometimes I hallucinate / a remnant of warmth / within these ashes

   SANDRO ORTEGA-RIEK    PARADOXICAL UNDRESSING  —he was never one for attrition—he preferred the cinematic perfection of a clean break—

SANDRO ORTEGA-RIEK

PARADOXICAL UNDRESSING

—he was never one for attrition—he preferred the cinematic perfection of a clean break—

 
 
   ULYSSES TETU    CARESSES FROM HOT SUMMER WINDS TEACH ME HOW TO BREATH  She is a force of nature She is a ball of flaming gas

ULYSSES TETU

CARESSES FROM HOT SUMMER WINDS TEACH ME HOW TO BREATH

She is a force of nature
She is a ball of flaming gas

  KRISTINE    BROWN    CARNATIONS FOR YOUR QUOTA THE FONDEST FAREWELL  The language of satisfaction knows no infinitives

KRISTINE BROWN

CARNATIONS FOR YOUR QUOTA
THE FONDEST FAREWELL

The language of satisfaction knows no infinitives

  HINNAH MIAN   FEATURE POET: AUGUST 2018  I ignore that we are only / floating like this to forget that in the morning / we drown.

HINNAH MIAN

FEATURE POET: AUGUST 2018

I ignore that we are only / floating like this to forget that in the morning / we drown.

   KELLI SIMPSON     ROBIN   Do you see, robin? Do you grieve, robin?

KELLI SIMPSON

ROBIN

Do you see, robin? Do you grieve, robin?

 
   HALEY       WHITE    CHURCHGOING GENESIS II  The first hot day is holy. We all were baptized in the harsh North Atlantic;

HALEY WHITE

CHURCHGOING
GENESIS II

The first hot day
is holy. We all were baptized
in the harsh North Atlantic;

   AMANDA LINSMEIE   R   FEATURE POET: JULY 2018   "we cannot conquer love, we can only surrender to it.”  how many more lifetimes will it take before we learn that this is true?

AMANDA LINSMEIER

FEATURE POET: JULY 2018

"we cannot conquer love, we can only
surrender to it.”
how many more lifetimes will it take before we learn that this is true?

   LISBET BERYL WEIR    THE FOURTH OF AUGUST, TWO THOUSAND TWELVE  The dappled sunlight Provides no respite.

LISBET BERYL WEIR

THE FOURTH OF AUGUST, TWO THOUSAND TWELVE

The dappled sunlight
Provides no respite.

   TRACY POWERS    THE FIELD  One by one, fuses broken Thread by thread, healed

TRACY POWERS

THE FIELD

One by one, fuses broken
Thread by thread, healed

 
  YOLANDA ELDER    DON'T HIDE YOUR HEART   It hurts only a while Remembrance, yes Sorrows touches

YOLANDA
ELDER

DON'T HIDE YOUR HEART

It hurts only a while
Remembrance, yes
Sorrows touches

  HINNAH MIAN    LEARNING TO LOVE A BOMB-THREAT BODY WELCOME TO MY BODY: A WAR MEMORIAL   You should’ve held my name in your mouth like a prayer.

HINNAH
MIAN

LEARNING TO LOVE A BOMB-THREAT BODY
WELCOME TO MY BODY: A WAR MEMORIAL

You should’ve held my name in your mouth like a prayer.

  C.A. SCHEHERAZADE    ON BEING “THE MAGICIAN’S GIRL WHO DOES NOT FLINCH"   a sixty second summary of my eternity

C.A.
SCHEHERAZADE

ON BEING “THE MAGICIAN’S GIRL WHO DOES NOT FLINCH"

a sixty second summary of my eternity

  CELAINE CHARLES    FIRE WALK & REFUGEE BOY   Can you hear the bird-song call from the other side? Low and steady through the crackle of the pyre.

CELAINE
CHARLES

FIRE WALK & REFUGEE BOY

Can you hear the bird-song call from the other side? Low and steady through the crackle of the pyre.

 
  KEVIN CASEY    NO NEED   still I delayed before hurrying it away, an act that seemed more akin to larceny than grace

KEVIN
CASEY

NO NEED

still I delayed before hurrying it away, an act
that seemed more akin to larceny than grace

  ALISON    MALEE    FEATURE POET: JUNE 2018   it is tuesday. we sit behind lemon trees, hidden in our own thoughts.

ALISON
MALEE

FEATURE POET: JUNE 2018

it is tuesday. we sit behind lemon trees,
hidden in our own thoughts.

  MARGUERITE  BOUVARD    PERSPECTIVES   there is another world, a drawing of flowers made by a four-year-old child, the hand reaching out to another

MARGUERITE
BOUVARD

PERSPECTIVES

there is another world, a drawing of flowers
made by a four-year-old child, the hand
reaching out to another

  LANA BELLA    HOW BRIEFLY THE NIGHT   Will I needle and breathe hurt illume beneath a street lamp, the way the calm returns where something used to be?

LANA
BELLA

HOW BRIEFLY THE NIGHT

Will I needle and breathe hurt illume
beneath a street lamp, the way the calm
returns where something used to be?

 
  ROGER SIPPL    BETWEEN THE MANGROVES PRISON WALLS   There are no walls around the prisons because they are not prisons for criminals

ROGER
SIPPL

BETWEEN THE MANGROVES
PRISON WALLS

There are no walls around the prisons
because they are not prisons for criminals

  CAROL  L. DEERING    THIS VERY MOMENT THE SAME WIND, LIGHT & RESTLESS RAIN   We crave the light, blue sky, the clouds and shadow edges we share

CAROL
L. DEERING

THIS VERY MOMENT
THE SAME WIND, LIGHT & RESTLESS RAIN

We crave the light, blue sky,
the clouds and shadow edges
we share

  JANE DONOHU E   FEATURED POET: MAY 2018   Maybe growing old means loving the songs you once hated. Maybe growing old means making peace.

JANE
DONOHU
E

FEATURED POET: MAY 2018

Maybe growing old means loving the songs you once hated. Maybe growing old means making peace.

  ROBERT OKAJI    DICTIONARY OF DREAMS   And silence. Always silence. Or the filtered woodwinds at dawn.

ROBERT
OKAJI

DICTIONARY OF DREAMS

And silence. Always silence.
Or the filtered woodwinds at dawn.

 
  M ARY O'MELVENY   CEPHALOPODA CARTOGRAPHY   We met the sea’s full majesty when we finally arrived at the empty Octopus tank.

MARY
O'MELVENY

CEPHALOPODA CARTOGRAPHY

We met the sea’s full majesty
when we finally arrived
at the empty Octopus tank.

  JIM ZOLA    SUPPLICATION & HOME & THE BODY'S HUM & SATURDAY AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD   If I open the door, the music will die.

JIM
ZOLA

SUPPLICATION & HOME & THE BODY'S HUM & SATURDAY AFTER THE END OF THE WORLD

If I open the door, the music will die.

 NIKKI VELLETRI   FEATURED POET: APRIL 2018   In another life we’re on the roof of your apartment and I’m begging you not to fall to the ground like ash.

NIKKI
VELLETRI

FEATURED POET: APRIL 2018

In another life we’re on the roof of your apartment and I’m begging you not to fall to the ground like ash.

  DAVE  BISTRICEANU    CITY & PAROUSIA   I am drunk on the Second Coming on the concave ending of my nerves

DAVE
BISTRICEANU

CITY &
PAROUSIA

I am drunk on the Second Coming
on the concave ending of my nerves

 
  SHOMPOLE N.L.     FEBRUARY: NEW + SELECT POEMS   While pointing at the moon you said:  I am an ocean full of storms, you are my salvation. Do not let the darkness swallow me.

SHOMPOLE
N.L.

FEBRUARY: NEW + SELECT POEMS
While pointing at the moon you said: I am an ocean full of storms, you are my salvation. Do not let the darkness swallow me.

  NATASHA  GEORGE    FEATURED POET: MARCH 2018   I did not come out of the darkness, But dragged in a scrap of the light.

NATASHA
GEORGE

FEATURED POET: MARCH 2018

I did not come out of the darkness,
But dragged in a scrap of the light.

  JEREMY VACHON     U   NTITLED   I ask myself. “Will I be the same then as I am now?”

JEREMY
VACHON

UNTITLED

I ask myself.
“Will I be the same then as I am now?”

  SRAVANI SINGAMPALL I   ROOH AFZA &  LIFE IS A GLASS OF COKE  I say I am petrichor, I am the fresh perfume Issued from cardamom thoughts

SRAVANI
SINGAMPALL
I

ROOH AFZA &
LIFE IS A GLASS OF COKE

I say I am petrichor, I am the fresh perfume
Issued from cardamom thoughts

 
  KAT  MYERS    MAY, ANYWHERE BUT HERE & MIDSUMMER OFF THE COAST OF SPAIN   the wildflowers will wait for us. they will bloom as they do every year and when we come back,

KAT
MYERS

MAY, ANYWHERE BUT HERE &
MIDSUMMER OFF THE COAST OF SPAIN

the wildflowers will wait for us.
they will bloom as they do every year
and when we come back,

 SHOMPOLE N.L.   THE BIRDWATCHER'S WIFE & OTHER FAIRYTALES FOR WICKED GIRLS   You say you rescued me, and I believe you, I believe you.

SHOMPOLE
N.L.

THE BIRDWATCHER'S WIFE & OTHER FAIRYTALES FOR WICKED GIRLS

You say you rescued me, and I believe you, I believe you.

  MARY SIMS    THE OCEAN IS A GIRL: THE GIRL IS DROWNING   My mother said to me, once:  we do not cry for the ocean.

MARY
SIMS

THE OCEAN IS A GIRL: THE GIRL IS DROWNING

My mother said to me,
once: we do not cry for the ocean.

  DANA DYKIE L   TO MY HOMETOWN, FROM THE WINDOW OF A PLANE   And if I could compel you into existence, you would move like a cloud across the sky

DANA
DYKIE
L

TO MY HOMETOWN, FROM THE WINDOW OF A PLANE

And if I could compel you
into existence, you would move
like a cloud across the sky

 
  GLADSTONE CARL Y   THE WARMTH OF BURNT SAPLINGS   A few imperative fractions of yourself have been missing since the summer in which you turned twelve.

GLADSTONE
CARL
Y

THE WARMTH OF BURNT SAPLINGS

A few imperative fractions of yourself
have been missing since the summer in which you turned twelve.

  PEARSON,  MALLOR Y   FEATURED POET: DECEMBER   i think i might never breathe again if i could reach for that dip in the mattress and feel your weight.

PEARSON,
MALLOR
Y

FEATURED POET: DECEMBER

i think i might never breathe again if i could reach for that dip in the mattress and feel your weight.

  TABAKA ANN  CHRISTINE    FEATURED POET: JANUARY 2018   It always astonishes me how whole days can disappear, vanishing into oblivion along with items from last week’s grocery list

TABAKA ANN
CHRISTINE

FEATURED POET: JANUARY 2018

It always astonishes me how whole days can disappear, vanishing into oblivion along with items from last week’s grocery list

  CARMICHAEL  PJ   THE DOG DAYS OF DESTRUCTION   Age is the only law now, gravity pulling our flesh towards creaky wooden floors

CARMICHAEL
PJ

THE DOG DAYS OF DESTRUCTION

Age is the only law now,
gravity pulling our flesh
towards creaky wooden floors

 
  SHOMPOLE N.L.    HOME   Home as carnivore, as a thing that hungers, home as raptor, as sky full of teeth, snagged on feathers.

SHOMPOLE
N.L.

HOME

Home as carnivore, as a thing that hungers, home as raptor, as sky full of teeth, snagged on feathers.

  N.A. REYN A   FEATURED POET: NOVEMBER   This requires the full attention of mercy. & If mercy exists in any life, it is exhausted. If summer has lungs, it is breathing out.

N.A.
REYN
A

FEATURED POET: NOVEMBER

This requires the full attention of mercy.
& If mercy exists in any life, it is exhausted.
If summer has lungs, it is breathing out.

  KHANUM S.A.    FEATURED POET: AUGUST   i say curve all light until it reaches you. fill you full. i say shadow is another form of movement. i want to shadow move with you.

KHANUM
S.A.

FEATURED POET: AUGUST

i say curve all light until it reaches you. fill you full. i say shadow is another form of movement. i want to shadow move with you.

  OLADE YVES    FEATURED POET: AUGUST   what I mean is, how do you touch a lover who can’t even say your name? I had a body that felt everything and we couldn’t talk about it...

OLADE
YVES

FEATURED POET: AUGUST

what I mean is, how do you touch a lover who can’t even say your name? I had a body that felt everything and we couldn’t talk about it...