POETRY PACIFIC

Last Autumn A flying carpet of sugar maple leaves unfurls along my road. Just enough light to glimpse silhouettes of yellow trees ag...

My Past my Past hanging on the wall as portraits canvas of cries I have screamed turning on their nails constantly crooked imbedded i...

Infinity Could infinity be demonstrated? Using cause and effect. Water could be the best way to demonstrate it. What is water? What...

Work Makes Free wrought iron gates bear the vultures’ weight, roost above the runic message-- beginning an end— work makes free— th...

Bionote : Doug Johnson PhD is the founder of Cave Moon Press.  He composes music, illustrates books and writes.  He lives on a farm with ...

Prohibitive Path I deemed that path prohibitive, the one where you must have gun belts strapped across your chest, prepared to murder y...

AUTUMN LIGHT A faint breeze ruffles the last leaves on the trees, and a parade of dead leaves skids over the dry dock, light enough to...

Insanity Revival So the sensible man is a relic past of the go-betweens of financial fast; As the money tide falls short of shore to the ...

I Never Had A Packard I never owned a Packard But I was not a slackerard I would get out and walk In and out and around the partook I ...

well priced the moon pours out its light like wine from a well-priced bottle the world is intoxicating when you give it the chance n...

Romeo and Juliet Yesterday I was watching Romeo must die Needless to say, I survived The ordeal punctuated By bad music. But a part ...

Take Water as an Example Figure in changes of phase, phrase You already mastered, hence the degree, You have paid attention to learn A ...

 Demons & Snow                          "Skyward soar the whirling demons                               Shrouded by the falling ...

Way into Winter One final mouth of water Speaks From its dark center In the freezing lake. No birds circle now But in the orange-ros...

The Final Performance Art From the 30th floor He plunges like Superman Into the middle of Willow Street He blossoms: a red red rose S...

Bionote Pattie Flint is an uprooted Seattle native toughing it out in New England and spends her days as an editor at Medusa's Laugh...

A Life Mailed Out My dream Was that sheet of paper in my bag Mailed out With my memories to The banks of Saint Lawrence River When I...

清明断想 ——遥祭我的父母 姚 园 我不相信过了今天 雨水不爬上眉梢 雨伞从来只是与雨天结缘 我不相信生命是以消失 而陷入无边的空寂 我不相信清明 冠上一个节字 路上会少一个孤魂 我不相信是因为曾经的相信 而曾经的 灯火或者幽暗 都将化为时间的一滴珠露...

Tombstone Inscription I dreamed that I am standing before a tombstone, reading the inscription. The tombstone seems to be made of sand st...

The Celestial Market Street The street lights are on in a distance As if numerous stars show. The bright stars loom in the above As if ...

The Moonlit Night The frosty wind whirling and whirling The bright moon shining and shining I stand abreast with a tallest tree, But no...

How Can I Refrain from Missing Her, the Fair In the sky some faint cloud is drifting around, And some breeze is wafting over the ground. ...

The Night of January 24th The shadow of the aged pagoda tree, Is gently waving in the moonlit ground; A few dry leaves are still dancing...

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Photo Credit: Charles Hayes Eyes of Good Night - Photo Credit: Charles Hayes

POETRY PACIFIC [SPRING ISSUE 2013] Summer Flow: High Falls - Photo Credit: Russell Streur

Since we released our first quarterly (spring) issue, we have had a much wider readership! According to our traffic records, we have thus fa...

Bionote Susan Terris, Editor of  Spillway Magazine, and  Poetry Editor: Pedestal Magazine, In Posse Review Susan Terris' book G...