POETRY PACIFIC

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POETRY PACIFIC [SPRING ISSUE 2013] Natural Networking: Photo by Liu Yu Thanks for reading, and please stay tuned... ...

3 Poems by Susan Terris:: Memo to Self did you clap for Tinkerbelle or wish her dead and Little Mother who betrayed Tiger Lily ...

Wind Dance Green Trees dance With each other Some dance close Some far away Others sing While others sway Then settle softly Till t...

Internment Some will deny this happened. This always happens when they realize it could have been them — either the ones that made it ha...

MEN WITH NETS They’re sweeping the water for fish. How easy is that. No wriggling worm ruse. No patient line dangling, reeling the bo...

Proof I've measured my life in email chains Chats and texts and messages (Things you wouldn't write home about, And anyway, no-...

VANCOUVER HAIKU PLUS Que cerise sera signals of Vancouver Spring -que sera sera Nippon’s pink blossom blown across north Pacific Van...

Photo Album: Venezia, 1562 Here we are dancing in Piazza San Marco. Pigeons, more pigeons, a churning bile of gray snow. And Pulcinell...

Dreams When destiny leaves you alone in the dark; When your mother and father leave you early, All you have left are hope; All you have...

All Summer All summer I looked forward to that rose-gold horizon drawn ahead in the haze, some ...

The Olde Word o word thou art stale o word thou hast ailments just soak in a bath of ale In the Abyss of a ...

I am  a night mare My breasts are dry of milk in the climate of this heat My earth ejaculates platinum and uranium anus of my rock puff ...

Champagne Liquid stars fly nowhere in sea of gold, slide up side of crystal flute, erupt, tickle nose before diving down into dark...

Father of a Ghost (after Stephen Dedalus)             James Joyce b. February 2             Hamnet Shakespeare baptized February 2 ...

THREE WINTER POEMS 1.The Hawk A hawk is tearing apart a bird (I see a wing and bits of feather fluff ripped) from the ridge of the hou...

poem 46 JAZZ                                 eddy returns                                                                 with food of t...

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SOME CHANGES TO NOTE: * Thus far,  PP  has been featuring 3 selected poets and their artworks every Monday; however, starting from May...

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 ...