POETRY PACIFIC

Not the Mirror It’s not the mirror glass that’s cold, it’s my reflection—I’ve been told.   So comes the fall, the frigid shiv...

Dawning of the Dark Day shuts the door and darkens with purple sky. After the bolt of sun flashes orange, it unlatches the night ...

Bigger than a Bread Box A man who thinks about awe, stops to think, just a moment; in the canyon, armadillos scuttle by like b...

Back to the sea I want to go back to the sea where light and dark are one, where I come from. Back to sea waits and wiggles where th...

A Smoke Break at the Nuclear Command We multitask — chop, grill, wok, and pickle. They are fickle, can come all hours, drunk, after se...

* All kinds of poetry in terms of style and subject matter are equally welcome, though we tend to love shorter pieces more; * All poems ar...