Category: Spring 2014 Poetry
No consolation!
by Natasha Georgievska We are too young to die like that Quiet and peaceful We rather bleed on the tavern floor With wine on lips and knives
His Wife and Girlfriend . . .
by Gerald Locklin Are the confidantes he would most like To take conversational refuge From each other with, But he’s learned each wants to hear
Big Glimmer
by George Bowering The ocean is always evaporating, he says, as if he were Friedrich Nietzsche, human kind is no better, I’ve reached a great age
A Late Smile
by George Bowering I was born in December, and now I’m in the December of my life. Has anyone seen what next year will be like or whether I’ll