Tag: poem

The Quickening of Salmon & Years

close up of water bubbling

From this island                to that isthmus. Here, an egg.                There, a fish. As quick as that. Never mind swimming upstream, breaking       the surface                even momentarily. None of that wild fervor. You will not have cause to travel (the need’s been excised) so loll & fatten,…

At the Coffee Shop

soap bubbles through glass

Outside, a window washer watches me watching him, works a rhythm, window after window, simulating a seamlessness, tipping his squeegee after every-other downward stroke, coercing the water to run like blood from each overlapping pass, though of course he can’t touch my shining smudges,…

askew in vexative disarray

light refracting through water in a hot tub

askew in vexative disarray disqualified from the marching band topsy-turvy trombone drool reveille with ill-fitting trousers reliability depends upon premature remorse a bug in the hand beats a bite on the skin tumbleweed tactility orthogonal the one missing glove made for a cold hand…

Big as the Earth

by Joe Bisicchia Accessible version: Yes, there’s an elephant in the room. Shall we ignore it? Wish it to just go away? Perhaps we should take it for a walk. Talk with it along the way. © 2018 Joe Bisicchia Joe Bisicchia was an…

Aftermath (Photograph, 1953)

swirled bark from fallen tree

She points past a pile of fallen trees—roots upturned, knowing the grey-clouded sky for the first time. She stands in their midst, the logs lying like a giant’s game of pick-up-sticks. The bank is eroded—smooth, weather beaten. The ground is soggy, and her knee-high…

untitled cherita

by Stacia O’Connell Accessible version: I spent Sunday canning peaches, sugar-spiced songs swayed in the tangy-tart steam that filled the kitchen, a hazy backdrop for an afternoon matinee with a spoon. ©2018 by Stacia O’Connell Stacia O’Connell is a second life accidental poet, artist,…

Gulf of Finland

Can I use my miles to get more miles? They never expire. Flea market to closet. A calm naked swim in Simhall, then smoke sauna. Have a Lapin Kulta Premium.  Find out who’s where. Angie’s singing. She sways and scat sings, the guitar rolls….

haiku in black & white

by Angelee Deodhar Accessible version: pitch black scattered pear blossoms on the neon lit path ©2018 by Angelee Deodhar Angelee Deodhar is an eye surgeon, haiku poet, translator and editor of the Journeys trilogy of international haibun.

10-bloom gladioli…

abstract of swirled glass vase

10-bloom gladioli — I climb the step-stool for a vase ©2018 john martone john martone is an Independent Publisher of journals/small presses tel-let (1980’s-early 2000’s) and otata (2015-current) as well as the personal imprints dogwood & honeysuckle (through early 2000’s) and samuddo/ocean (current). Books…

calligraphy

by Tom Sacramona Accessible version: calligraphy dusk falls— the human changes to a fox in the brush ©2018 by Tom Sacramona Tom Sacramona is a haiku poet who enjoys hiking near Alton Bay, New Hampshire.