SILVIA PIO She saw the bottom where the water was sweet, surrendered her body to the waves she feared as a gift, and dreamed the dreams she had kept to give as presents wrapped with indecision (and you used to…
Mrs Prufrock used to sing
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Four poems
PAVOL JANIK ON THE LINE MAN-WOMAN AND BACK You escape from me like gas. With astonishment I watch how with a single scrawl of your legs you ignite your silk dress. With such blinding nakedness you pre-empt sky-blue flame. Blazingly…
International Poetry Day
SILVIA PIO In the glory of the airy noon like a swallow gliding in the lane of life, this light has a sly shadow. In the stillness of the dusk between the unknowable and the sky, this blue is an…
Seasonal Greeting!
Margutte wishes all readers a Merry Christmas and a happy New Year (Photo: Bruna Bonino)
Tree Of The Gods
KERRY SHAWN KEYS Between the silverfish and the moon a gray ailanthus tree marks this city as mine (I have just eaten a book. I ate all its characters. I ate the deadend of the book) Between the silverfish and…
The Apricot Tree
SILVIA PIO I once said the apricot tree was my home because I preferred its clamorous leaves to the silence sounding the old walls. When autumn began to confine me inside I would look to the tree as one looks…
Concerning “Tree”: Twelve Propositions
RICHARD BERENGARTEN Twelve propositions [1] 1. TREE is a chant poem that sings the tree. As a tree itself is a harp that plays itself by itself in and on the wind, so TREE plays on and along the human voice…