Volume 9, Issue 3
An Undersea Jellyfish
outside the porthole, / when they turn down the cabin / to footpath emergency / lights, then – there is dublin, / a smear on the landscape, / spread out…
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Volume 9, Issue 3
Almost went back to Ibiza
Balearic Islands only a short flight or / ferry ride from Barcelona and I am here / to walk along The Ramblas, to visit Gaudi / and, if time permits, Miro.
Volume 9, Issue 3
The Sizzle of Moving Day
A television station signing off / becomes very friendly about its power / as if to say, “All joyful day / we have been destroying / air around us.” /…
Volume 9, Issue 3
Finding New Invective to Inhabit
Ugh, these inexhaustibly / sunny days— / the brain inside the skull / the final thing, / unapprisable marrow in bone. / I suppose I should be happy / but…
Volume 9, Issue 3
Mon Ami
For the first time since I married you, / I want to speak the language of the spirit; / I want to say the things I had swallowed / that made my body…
Volume 9, Issue 3
The Debate
Unveiling of the Samuel Taylor Coleridge Memorial Statue vs The Accompanying Sermon, / st / Ottery St Mary Parish Church ~ 21 October 2022 / The rain came…
Volume 9, Issue 3
At the Risk of Causing an Earthquake in the Status Quo
Use your inside voice / We don’t shout down these hallways / Take off your shoes and tip-toe / Whisper or don’t say anything at all / Silence keeps the…
Volume 9, Issue 3
We Who Learned the Language of Tides
We were born in crossings. / In the dark hold of a history / that refuses to stay buried, / our forbears learned / how to breathe between waves. / The sea…
Volume 9, Issue 3
Ant-hill lessons
Crawling things flee before the towering / Toddler with curious hands. / He digs through dirt without fear, even / When pain sears his fingers / By the…
Volume 9, Issue 3
In Places Where There Isn’t
In places where there’s not a buzzing bee, / that houses artificial sweeteners tweaked, / I leave immediately, head to lavender, / rosemary bushes…
Volume 9, Issue 3
Equinoctial Alignment at Mnajdra: A Choreography of Recurrence
At Mnajdra the light is not welcomed; / It is invited.