Poetry 2013 / Volume 44

ril Morning On Long Beach – Gloucester, Massachusetts — Michael Carrino

. . .our world explained, even with bad reasons, is familiar. -Camus  Echoes curl over this blistered lee shore – tinge lush memories. Waves roil as words, as time, uncertainty chilled by heavy rain. Sisyphus endured his refrain–hard labor over and again without hope for lighter stone, shorter hill, absurd, yet wonderful in his exhaustion. Continue reading

Poetry 2013 / Volume 44

& where do we go? — Tom Pescatore

He turns his head expectantly expecting her not to reach the door—for the door—of other voices & lines all mashed and troubled and fed eggs bacon sausage bread pancakes toast Easter post-church, warped through concrete & glass lenses to the outside—blockade— who’s thinking?—where does all this death go?— into that ground he knows—& gone to … Continue reading