Poetry by Sam Silva

Street Flowers by Alexis Doyen

A SONG WHICH THE ARTIST INSPIRES Angel of my thoughts and dreams! Painter of my dusty soul in earthen portrait. Fire around the darkened coal lit alive by such desire.Love like this comes only once! No one else could take me there except for Jesus and his mother come with images that likewise strike me dumb among the words I write...not even Helen with her … [Read more...]

Rain Poem

A. D. WINANS RAIN STORM

RAIN POEMthe rain beats a rhythm against the windshield the wipers flail helplessly like a fish out of waterdemons to the left of medemons to the right of medemons in front of medemons in back of memy brain a barbecue pit feeds on the rolling thunder spits out bits and pieces of poemswords of emptiness words of despair shadow creatures … [Read more...]

Poems by Sarah Ghoshal

poems by Sarah Ghoshal

Bus to Big Band Barn For DrummersBoom, he says. Boom and snap and twiddle and pop and digida, digida, find a pillow, find a pot top, find a table top and a couple of spoons, spatulas, sticks, feet, palms, wicker broom looking apparatus with soft sound. Boom.A smack and a dab and a smooch through the spotted windows and you eat the stuffing pouring out of the seats … [Read more...]

3 poems by George Moore

Beach by Alex Talmon

The Order of ThingsIn the days before temptations, when the boys urged on by theirEverclear slip-drive madness, consumed everything in their path,I escaped to here, poet nested amid disorders, a post-holocaustHamlet, his final failure to remain detached from that which he hates.For me it was love. Liberal sprinkling vs. deep ecology. Somewherein-between, where … [Read more...]

Fairy Poems by Laura Madeline Wiseman

Fairy Poems

Domesticity with FairiesYou keep pulling me to you and wrapping your arms around my waist. I’m standing in the kitchen with coffee as the morning wind shakes the red-gold from the trees and you’re squeezing me like I’m a stuffy, a baby blanky, a puppy before the first day of school. Have a good day at work, I say around your damp hair. After  dinner, when … [Read more...]

Three poems by Sam Silva

Poems by Sam Silva

THE LIGHT WITHIN THE DARKNESSChagall's celebrant Russian folklore foreshadowed somehow the deeper sadder island serenity of your dazzling palms which radiate tears and your portraits of tiny upper class Dominican girls decked in regalia for some ten year old coming out with harsh eyes that stare at the nothingness there.All the wedding, the carnival, the … [Read more...]

Poems by Sarah Stockton

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North BeachYou are so lonely you chat up the dodgy guy parking cars at the Italian restaurant, the place you could never afford, not even a plate of lusted-after spaghetti but you are so hungry for conversation the garlic scented smile he tosses in the air becomes a white tablecloth of love. Even though you’ve never clearly seen his face in the diesel-scented … [Read more...]

Detroit, Airport

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I am in Detroit and have not slept in a day It is the first snow of their year and I am thinking about the last words my grandfather said to me That I cannot rememberHere there is woman with a gentle face and humble watch Reading a book, hard white heavy cover, called “Husband’s Secret”, with a blood design lettering Across is a girl with black boots and black skin … [Read more...]

Four poems by Sam Silva

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WHEN THE POET SEESThese facts appear like magic! Those abstract birds you made with wild paint on a tropical canvass seem to my failing eyes now a nocturne where such colors still keep swirling pure.Such a painting frames the world above my desktop next to shadow and lamp glow...idea and image fall this way suffuse with the patterned chaos of life my bony … [Read more...]

Drift Bottle Prose Poems

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A Bottled Message I thought it was strange, the first one, mottled blue, corked, a paper coil that ticked when shook. It looks old, you said. It didn’t look old to me, a pale ale or soy sauce, something about the grooves on the bottom, something about the pure symmetry of lip, the clarity of glass free from bubble, blemish, nick. The gulls flapped above us. The runners spread … [Read more...]

New poems by Sam Silva

Skagit Farm by Denise Enck

NATUREDarkness or a flickering computer light within are usually a good shield from mental marauders when the fruit is peeled to the fruit's cold core.And the world is molten ash with a warm thin crust hurtling through a huge cold vacuum and a little stellar dustwhich the artists choose to kiss. And a song makes sense to the serious aesthete in terms of … [Read more...]

Two poems by Nick D’Annunzio Jones

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Good Morning, GodAt breakfast, I launch a small pink quasar into a black hole. Minutes later, receptors blocked, serotonin-flooded, my cosmos collapses; heaven-humming, orbiting hypomania, bang – a star is born!I also hear a comet talking: Side-effects include universal love, space dreams, moonwalking; if the urge to produce a paean about astro-pharmacology … [Read more...]

7 new poems by Sam Silva

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MY FRIENDS AND I, WE STOLE THE SUMMERMy friends and I, we stole the summer and its rain in stumbling secret conversation about the brilliant ways of the city...all of its joy and all of its pain!In a little room I call my friends and speak of a journey which never ends while they all disappear one by one...and I may be left ...ah what a Pity! to share … [Read more...]

3 Poems by Nate Maxson

Sprngs - D. Enck

Rocket Science We used to send monkeysAhead of human test subjectsBrief astronauts to test the water, blow on the soup before swallowingInto the substance: an evolving arrow with sudden green buds/ atrembleNot from the sky, noBut through it, a sub-audible whistling not for our earsAnimals across the horizon, down below it’s summer with no preparationThe … [Read more...]

Four Poems by George Moore

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Huntington PierBig Daddy Ross wakes me at six saying he has moved to Utah as they tear down Huntington Pier and the kids change. No time now for the fine graphic trance that transformed street machines into rods that ran like pure combustion but were better seen as something else simple street icons first signs of a time just outside the law but just, not … [Read more...]

The Best Poetry Books

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Sometimes when I walk I think of verses. And most times they vanish without trail. But there are days where I don't let them go. I recite them out loud to myself constantly as asking them not to leave that everything is fine, that I can nourish them into a beautiful, well... at least meaningful poem. And sometimes they go away all the same. And sometimes they … [Read more...]

Two new poems by Jack Leaf Willetts

Bukowski - Neal Cassady

Letter to Charles BukowskiNo I don’t want to be a goddamn writerfor the most part I wish I were a carpenter or a mechanic I wish I had a skill that folks could use I wish I had a job that paid the bills I wish I did something that folks might appreciate or better still understand I wish I could do something that would make my wife proudNo I don’t want to be a … [Read more...]

5 Poems by Gloria Avner

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YOKO AND THE NAKED BOTTOMS I was recruited by a friend in London 1967 a publisher of first edition American poetry a friend of Tony’s her husband (before John) to be in Yoko Ono’s movie she needed asses battalions of bare buttocks the camera would focus on the juncture where thighs cheek bottoms and ass crevice meet to make a moving sign of the cross … [Read more...]

All the Notes of the World Symphony

Mt. Baker, Washington

I am a red Laz boat cruising on the mountains of Kurdistan where my Kurd and Turk brothers are burning by falling on the ground syllable by syllable None of the requiems is able to express the pain of the stone-throwing Kurdish children raped in the hell prisons of Fascist-KemalismI picked up Armenian roses from my dreams against racism in Turkey Impish … [Read more...]

Farmers, Queens, Trains and Clowns

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With each step floor boards sing out of tune, mice dance in walls, spiders spin webs as the sun sifts through broken blinds, glassless remnants of windows. Spindle less banister leads lurching steps to an attic that no longer contains family treasures, bats hang from the rafters. Wind whistles through joists as the house wobbles and front porch bows, a vacant rocker … [Read more...]

WHAT THE LOWER MIND DISCERNS

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Computer music from within ...matched in its expressive rhythm by the rattling tin! One of the coolest days in July helps the feelings on toward Autumn's endless sky and leaf and breeze come soon...a witch of a morning moments before August! ...with classical computer lullaby nearby that porch and screen waiting for the haunting of the Moon months away on the … [Read more...]

Pagan Days

poem by Sam Silva

Prayers are face down and descend in stoic gloom ...what goes up is methane and all of the other various fume and gas which punctuate a tired pain made of a planets sheer exhaust while glaciers cause the plants to bloom like ice cubes melting in a glass near the bed where I lie down...a victim!, and a ghoulish clown. … [Read more...]

Imagist Socialist Poetry and Objective Reality

[Editor's note: Serkan Engin is a socialist Laz poet-author from Turkey. He aims to launch a new movement in Turkish poetry and to that end has published numerous articles about literary theory, beginning with his 2004 manifesto, "Imagist Socialist Poetry."]Poetry is the organization of the poetic images around one one more themes, forming completeness, according to imagist … [Read more...]

elegy by bruno neiva

Alain Delon as Jef Costello

elegy (in memory of victor esteban celeiro)noir coffee spilled over the newspaper we talked for hours, jobless hoursabout borders, coups and the icelandic landscape jef costello was brought into the conversation,combed hair and smart suit – holding a gun, bluish stare over greyish glarethe talk went on at full tilt, it was writ large all over usthat … [Read more...]

Two poems by Sam Silva

Poems by Sam Silva

HISTORIES OF A SMALL SOUTHERN TOWNLike those young and ardent tragedies which surround...summer will come and burn with its fury about this small city built on a swamp. It will come and the steam will rise like passion though such bones ache with enormous fatigue.Then August will retire to September where both Moon and Sun spin orange and huge about the … [Read more...]

At the Carnival of Drunken Poets

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I ran into Kerouac at the carnival where those just dead meet those about to be reborn. He and I have wandered through the zodiac again and again, like prodigal suns. Both of us enter this carnival under the 13th sign, which is the sign of Drunkenness, in the house of Lilith, with Coyote rising, the Moon single and pregnant again. When the carnival master sees us, … [Read more...]