1. thessaly has no room for your bones so we dig them up, leaving the dirt for another grecian body it takes most of the day the little pins and screws that held you together glinting in the sun I pick up the breastbone that once held your heart turn it over and press … Continue reading Poems by Kate LaDew
Poetry by Robert Cooperman
A Latin Elective, Brooklyn College, 1968 While our knees pistoned for Professor Kaplan to hand out the passages we’d have to translate for our final exam, Eleanor mumbled, “Latin’s a dead language, as dead as it can be; first it killed the Romans, and now it’s killing me.” Maybe it was hilarious, maybe I … Continue reading Poetry by Robert Cooperman
Read it well
By Gary Porter What is a teardrop if you really think It could be our way of writing without the ink And why do they leave track's upon our skin Do tears appear when our heart is thin Where do they go when they have done fulfilling their task Do fairies really collect them in … Continue reading Read it well
The Poetry Reading
By Rose Aiello Morales Someone screamed for five minutes and no one applauded. One reader whispered curse words in several languages. Then they let in the clowns. One juggled several stanzas while riding a unicycle blindfolded, another stood stock still as a tear ran down his cheek, which drove the crowd wild. They threw sawdust … Continue reading The Poetry Reading
“Read My Wounds”
By Ahmad Al-Khatat I don't deserve to live in this world mainly, because my dreams are hidden from me as my bare feet are chained Maybe my time should have ended as every night, my eyes begin to cry, she disappeared from my cigarette smoke and was harder to drink just water My hopes … Continue reading “Read My Wounds”
Three Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
"SHADOWS" I see shadows come into existence between light and darkness. They box each other for the right to fill in spaces and places. I doubt they feel any pain and I’m certain they do not bleed. "I READ THE STARS FOR A CHANGE" I read the stars for a change. … Continue reading Three Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
“Recitation”
By Thomas Page I’ve never read any of my poems in public. Not because I have some apprehension about sharing them in a room mixed of strangers and friends But just that I prefer people to read them themselves. I tend to write “closet poems” like many of the plays of the Roman language, … Continue reading “Recitation”
