Category: Spring 2017 Poetry
Had we but world enough, and time.
by Michael Estabrook Had we but world enough, and time. Andrew Marvell 1 Just like that, before I knew it, 40 years had gone, the
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
by Michael Estabrook Hell is empty and all the devils are here. William Shakespeare 1 Yes I know I could’ve become a famous poet that
Telling a Friend about Reading Lorca in the Alhambra
by Mary O’Donnell This was happiness, I said. We talked about the quick, perfect stealth of those moments. I sat beneath orange trees, and the
Those Prostitutes in Cuba
by Mary O’Donnell for J S They were like two kittens, he said, snuggling up to him, they were fun and they liked him. I thought —
comfort station
by normal “in the wind time walks” — Nanao Sakaki 1 i am building soft nets for death by
in the loved & tortured eyes
by normal “in defeat there are no prophets and no magicians only the look in the loved and tortured eyes”
remembering janis
by normal her pain devil ran so deep, her song was just an exorcism in blues maybe the boys back in port arthur were as she said, that
Some lines for Amy Winehouse (in the rain)
by Gerald McCarthy The first time I heard Mary Wells sing The one who really loves you — I was eighteen in a place called Tam Ky where it rained
Definitions for an election year
by Gerald McCarthy Grief was the name of your friends’ dog — a black Labrador that ran off along the shore of Lake Michigan, the summer you
Winter Simple
by Elizabeth Tibbetts So this is my winter life at night tucked in bed alone with a book of poems and a magazine (my secret vice) that professes