POETRY PACIFIC

MAKING PEACE  "I leave my brush in the East and set forth on my journey. I shall see the f...

Bonfire Night: Self-portrait with potatoes November: hunched above the peel-specked sink he skim...

Communion We might be sisters, she whispered. The lines of our bodies were as empty as the priest’s gesture, wiping the chalice’s lip w...

Frost Bites #3: Exhaustion       I could do This, I think, but then, I could do That; I know on One path I’d speed but at a brink;     ...

Angry Spring The new grass grows green and high Scampers in the wind, brushing Against knees of oak and willow. The blades shout t...

SONG 209 Han Shan When water is so clear it sparkles you can see the bottom without effort when your mind doesn’t have a...

Few things are quiet as night snow: there is the uninvited past, sharp and  certain as geometry when geese fly; there is ...

Blueberry Streams Visions of streams soak up blood that is no more, turning it violet. Did I say violent? The violet weakens. ...

This Is [1] the impossibility of cleansing the palate of sorrow all the wetness in the body/world a mere moistening of the ashen ...

Moby Dick Again, the human need for                                          surfacing from meaningless                       ...

Regret When the first brick fell we could’ve picked it up and put it back, mortared it in place. When the second, the third, fe...

House Oh give me a house without straight lines, without the rule and dictate of second lev...

Bionote Photographer: Joneve McCormick, Isla Vista, California.  Joneve is a poet, writer, editor, translator and photograph...

Editorial Note As readers and browsers may well have noticed, our second chatroom topic about what poetry is in essence has received much...

SOME CHNAGES TO NOTE: * Thus far, PP  has been showcasing 3 selected poets and their artworks every Monday; however, beginning from Ma...

The Ashes of Eve If only I could touch the hem of Freedom's robe while he wraps his arm around Chaos' ...

mosquito bite you are a mosquito bite; it itches and itches to even look upon your form yet when you're scratched it provide...

The furies you roam the house with your fantastical furies agitating the dogs normal decorum. in the desolate light of your ashen e...

An  Ideal  Swordsman               His goal is balance.  His pledge: Never recoil when threatened.                             ...

Untitled #1 Only the screen across a tone, Alberti's green and rose. A selfish ...

BUTTERFLIES AND VULTURES Looking for migrating butterflies, I see two clusters of vultures ...

You are the Earth   My father, you are the earth, the soil upon which I stand, rich and warm.  My roots extend and search and seek. Yo...

Beaver I am a beaver hiding in seclusion regardless of the weather or the alternating seasons. Waggling my flat tail I stay content...

Bionote Tao Zhijian is a translator, scholar and amateur photographer. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association ...

Hiyaku Haiku: Japanese Memories a trace of a scent a tune of a melody a glimpse of a scene it teases your mind tugs at your subconsci...

Bionote: After nearly 30 years of study and research in geology, nutritional science and pharmacology, Dr. Dannia Hu is ri...