Category: Summer 2014 Poetry

Two by Georgios Arkadios
by George Economou Two by Georgios Arkadios I am occasionally visited by this halftavistic persona who has one foot set in the

The Girl in the Gown
by George Economou The Girl in the Gown for A. E. Stalling What I learned at a prom, not in a class, dancing in the dark, holding what

Hermaphropoetics / Desire
by Rochelle Owens In this story ripening on the vine so to speak In this story a warhol–like playfulness a vinyl fruit of desire

In My Father’s House
by David Cope we walk thru his rooms, sit where he sat, tell stories — the wild ride back from Hana, his teenage self scaling Long’s Peak on the

Last Look
by David Cope the room is silent, empty but for the bier. she lies, sheet draped over her body — she is so small in death

Mais où sont les neiges d’antan?
by David Cope what became of the girl whose dreams dressed up for Madame Pomponelli’s neighborhood fashion show, the sixth grader who skipped on

No Place Nowhere
by John Michael Mouskos She said, “There was a knock at the door; The boy had returned, Walking through the night, To be with us once more.”

By The Sea
by John Michael Mouskos “I hear Gordon’s been painting; He must be feeling better in himself.” “No, Gordon’s busy dying; The cancer’s spread.

eschatology
by Pamela Twining I laughed at Death again today I laughed as only Life can laugh snatched tomorrow from the jaws of the bone collector burning

i sold your car today
by Pamela Twining as i slough off another piece of you i still sometimes wear your skin see through your eyes walk journeys my legs have never