POETRY PACIFIC

                                             POETRY PACIFIC [Vol. 14, 2025 edition] Cover A rt  by Belinda Subraman : Desert Fantasy 

dear PP Patrons,    All PP Patrons,   in this annual edition, we are honored to present 66 poetry authors and 4 visual/graphic artists. enjo...

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  Bionote Dr. Yanfeng Qu, a PhD. holder in Linguistics and a university professor with more than 30 years' experience, is an avid travel...

Low Vibrational Thought Forms bless them and release them everyone is seeking love not knowing it is what we are masked in ego numb to the S...

Bionote Ric is an artist and musician based in Southwest England. His work has been enjoyed in a number of exhibitions as well as on book an...

HOW TO LOSE A MICHELIN STAR When George Donner called ahead to make dinner reservations, nobody remembered to ask him whether anyone in his ...

Flying Fish Clouds are reflected on the pond’s glassy surface. Fish fly through the sky. Full Sail With all sails set full, your ship flie...

Weed Bouquet                         I’ve filled a dark blue, glass vase with weeds I gathered from my backyard, early September clusters of...

Along the Riverbank i. I would not hold fast to anyone’s belief in who I am. Such shelter is fragile. Old timber of blame or praise, the rot...

Chasing the Pacific Star Air gyres crowd into the boy As he dashes through the clouds of hope Surfing on a wish He descends to the touchy oc...

Un-pretty Maroon My creative flow starts internal ambience, then begins screaming. I revise my screams into un-pretty maroonthat will speak ...

The Echoes The wind has blown away my voice Yet I am sure despite all noises in the valley Those echoes are my words returning home Here’s...

  Author's note: Picking Clover, was first published in Littoral Magazine; "World in Order" appears on Martin Indars' pers...

I Am Budgie The elders called me “good eating,” so I flew camouflaged between the waterhole and the scrublands. The newcomers reduced me to ...

Dreaming on Amtrak The music pursues toads over rotting logs and vast forests of mushrooms The train waits there for seven hours No one know...

The Self Caught outside the Door *This poem appeared on the Aleph Review website in Nov 4, 2020 After the work of the female surrealist pain...

Psychic Barbiturates He was a rolling dream, like he was strung out on psychic barbiturates. Eyes rolled up into his skull, tongue tinder dr...

Doctor Author Her left leg asked her right leg, Do you have a name, a social security number? Are you perfumed? Do you wear a stethoscope at...

Celestial Songs A Prussian blue sky willow weeps golden threads silver snow drifts on brown earth. Shy autumnal bird. Did you brush against ...

I Have News for You I have news for you: I’m back. Caressing my sore feet, Bringing dust and dirt from the West of our motherland, And kind ...

Three Ghazals from 2023/2024 52/ Comp the room or clop the plot that swings not skips to my Lou my darling evergreen. Fault line with necess...

Bench The stone bench beckoned. So I sat. Like so many before me. Storm weathered just so. Sun baked. Able to handle the weight. Oddly comfo...

Cricket Nocturnal He preens all afternoon, cleans his leafy burrow, then si...

sy syl-la-ble y l a-ble Jaded Juncture                     Eclipsing late August                       sunsets,                pinky-orange...

Imagination’s Prescience that moment at dusk when birds look like bats, before the moment they are Imago Infestation Perhaps he needs a drea...

  Glistening Engaging Fervent Bionote Michael Moreth is a recovering Chicagoan living in the rural, micropolitan City of Sterling, the Paris...