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Category: Poetry
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Rapture by Finnley Silveria
there is a short list of things you want right now:rest, comfort,a hand pressed against the small of your backpeace, rapture. but not the kind of rapture folks dream ofno final redemption hereno explosive joyjust his body next to yours it’s funny, you’ve decidedthat you seek rapture in the most…
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The Dark Side by Tom Corboy
Is darkness onlyAbsence of lightOr individual personaA personal night. Does it gather at duskAnd retreat at dawnOr is it a twenty-four hourCloud that is drawnA personal darknessPersonal absence of light? No amount of sunCan ease the frightOf not knowingIf anyone’s home. Do you see meAre you entirely alone? Tom Corboy…
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Life After Death by Lynn White
Something has startled mewhere I thought I was safest,where I thought I belonged,so I will follow Whitmanin avoiding the still woods I lovedand the fields where I used to walk.I won’t emerge from my hometo meet my friends in the open spaces,or hug them and share a coffee,there are no…
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The Choice by Michael Cooney
“A choice, made now, today, projects itself backwards in time and changes past actions.” – Czeslaw Milosz, quoting an unknown disciple of Karl Jaspers I made excuses, rejectingwhat I knew of mortality, eitheryours or mine, and suddenlythe black leaves grew greenwhere they had fallen and you,rapturous with rings on yourfingers,…
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Ode to the Wind by Thomas Piekarski
As I stand tallamid towering treesthe wind is my mistress,timeless mentor,enlightening guide. The wind is sentientlike this clear sky,like my spiritbrowsing a stratosphereway up high. Without wind we’d bebereft of oursupernal courier,and left wantingas if without color. As if without color,no blue waternor chlorophyllto give us greenand the food we…
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Vodka Vision by Mia Amore Del Bando
I slept with someone who looked like youUnder the sheetsVodka visionSwiping your face with hisPlastic toy camera, slide show Diving into the square fantasyThe reel is blurryAnything close is good enough. He had a different laughForgiving dark eyesAttention directed at my chestEdge of a cliff, falling inCharming, genuine smileHis touch…
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great love remembered by Tom Weiss
great love remembered he has found the time,distance from crossings,fuzzy countries trailing, smiling,bringing him backjust across townto see her then as she shimmeredon the dock in the sunher golden hair still goldenas she covered softly perfect breasts,allowing him an innocent joy,exuberance with a camerato take four pictures.myopically chivalrous,he saved just…
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Last Season by Tamar Kapanadze
Broken dreams and scattered expectationsBuried in your malignant intentions.I thought you brought me blooming blossomsbut left me with the scars,Wounded by your indifferent and stabbing snow petals.Giving you my winter moon was not enough for you,so it’s the last season walking on your avenue.Should I keep the tangerine as my…
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Subhuman by Thomas Piekarski
Taking into account imaginarycreatures people consider super,trolls, gods, spirits and fairies,one might draw the conclusionthat we mortals are subhuman,consumed by untimely death,existing in continual worryover what will happen next. Thomas Piekarski is a former editor of the California State Poetry Quarterly.