At the Turn of the Road by R. K. Biswas
Is it dusk already? The doves
on the electric pole must have gone home.
Oriental Darter Birds by R. K. Biswas
There is a movement
in the rushes and waterweeds. And you
Petrichor by R. K. Biswas
A few days before she leaves, she teaches me
a new word. Petrichor. And when I forget
No sooner do you touch the trophy
than the brightness dims.
And the day arrives
(ill-omened or tokening relief?)
when you attend a feast
You turn the corner
and no lascivious gaze
envelops you from breast to thigh.
The outizeiro tree beside the wall
has only grown a bit.
Death By Water
The first time
no one saw the danger.
BRAMBU DREZI, Book III by Jack Foley
heaven is near
I spent a few hours last night
Protest by Stephen Gibson
It was a sperm whale in the center
of the piazza being hauled up by a boy
6pm Vinyasa flow by Nathalie Goykhman
Before the yoga class begins,
I greet the students at the door.
Half Lord of the Fishes by Nathalie Goykhman
She preferred to unroll her mat
rather than unrolling her tongue while on a couch
Blossoming in Padmasana by Nathalie Goykhman
Discouraged by her nine-to-five in class she hopes to bud.
Padmasana: that which is born out of the muck and mud.
Bakasana: Crow or Crane by Nathalie Goykhman
The instructor tells me to
“lean into the discomfort.”
Celestial Mechanics by Nathalie Goykhman
Ardha chandrasana has been a mystery,
a penumbra. I enter the
pose with radiant strength, my standing leg lean and
The Jackpine by Jonathan Hazelton
I climbed it once, jumped up to a broken limb,
Hauled myself up and climbed high enough
Stroll by Jonathan Hazelton
We say they pass away as if
Clouds scudded over distant hills
And disappeared beyond the trees,
Error by Strummer Hoffston
Two poets are having dinner
at the end of a long, tedious marriage.
Flying Home From Burma by Colette Inez
Crash landing into a rice paddy,
through flames our Buddhist neighbor
pulls his wife from the plane.
Knotholes by Colette Inez
The knotholes hear our confession.
Li Po, Mid-October, Gray Light Streaked with Rust-Colored Glints Over Silver Water by Colette Inez
He lost his chance in Chang-an,
his great height above six feet
new children’s art by Donald Kuspit
the child is not
the greatest imaginer,
miserere i by Donald Kuspit
days of dubious glory,
the world crowning
miserere ii by Donald Kuspit
words never reach
wondrous beloved v by Donald Kuspit
where beyond words
will we find ourselves,
wondrous beloved vi by Donald Kuspit
yet words apart,
Buoy by Carol Lipszyc
Dark steering of love along the curve
Mr. Cassim by Vincent Poturica
Mr. Cassim ran an auto repair shop.
He had no neck. He looked like a turtle.
South Park Street by Vincent Poturica
The grass was high
between the graves.
Voicemail from Shehan by Vincent Poturica
Hello Vincey! What is up with these days?
Fascination by Donald Riggs
Even when young, irregularities
in the wallpaper fascinated him,
Storm Coming by Donald Riggs
People hear about my daily sonnet
and say, What discipline! but when I try
to direct it in a particular
The moon was just a dim smudge in the clouds by Donald Riggs
is the sentence I wrote when taking notes
in preparation for writing novels
L'empereur s'amuse by David R. Slavitt
Sweetness and Light by David R. Slavitt
Nut clusters, caramels, jujubes,
and icing squeezed from pastry tubes
Synaptic Traces by Lee Slonimsky
The solstice comes at 2 AM. Clouds cloak
starlight so well the owls can barely see;
Pythagoras Consults with the Swifts by Lee Slonimsky
Tree’s lean is forty-five degrees, as though
it worships slant more than the bright noon sun,
The Economics of Pythagoras’s Academy by Lee Slonimsky
He finds geometry in woods so easily:
The Ambivalence of Love by Lee Slonimsky
A narrow street in Ghent, Belgium. Dark blue;
E. B. by R. T. Smith
Emily Brontë, passion’s candle
but inclined to excess of brevity –
Back In Alabama by R. T. Smith
Throwing horseshoes alone, I ponder local history:
Hope again by Phil Sultz
Now the thinking is to omit the jug
head procedure, work the surface as fact
Endure by Phil Sultz
Love exchanged with prickly care intended to suffice
Remembering Zoltan Sepeshy 1898-1974 by Phil Sultz
A whole string of good yantefs, bravissimos,
and skol to seal the deal. I'm trying to get away
Hands by Phil Sultz
His roofer hands are like
his fathers, over-sized for
Assumptions by Lewis Turco
Benny Hill said never to assume,
Never, never, never to assume
Alfred Moskowitz, R.I.P. by Lewis Turco
When last I visited Alfred and his wife
We spent the evening talking about his art.
Dreaming Stories by Lewis Turco
I like to feed my nightmares haythorn straw
Staring by Lewis Turco
I am sitting in my recliner, staring,
staring around at my room.
Smallage by Lewis Turco
The serpent was a liar. Eve swallowed it,
Core and all, every jot and tittle.
The Journey by Lewis Turco
The world is too much with us. Sooner or later
We have to let it go, and when we do
The sphinx followed the footsteps of the wanderer
she conceived an enigma
she opened her palate with a slash
Enigma anticipates its existence and its deciphering
it comes before the sphinx itself and the solver of the riddle
The sphinx begins its oracles
will come with its indifference.
A cloud of sand
A cloud of sand
in secret rises from the sea