POETRY PACIFIC

FROM THE SEA                                                 Exotic freighters                                                 slick into...

Bionote John C. Mannone has work in Agave, BlazeVOX, Tupelo Press, Raven Chronicles, Poetica Magazine, Synaesthesia, 3Elements Review, T...

Our Furniture Poems She said, the professor, write something about furniture and once again I thunked my head on my desk. The next wee...

I Want to See your Rampart Smiles I pirated Julia Roberts smile for years ever since her legs in Pretty Woman, but they call me cheshire...

Waltz of the Cherry Blossoms Two rebels break from the formation during the finale, Desiring to demonstrate their own worth The other p...

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Radio Corvallis Radio Corvallis is down for the night. Once the sun rises, The Tornados’ “Telstar” will rise, too. It will hover above ...

Starlight Loon call relaxing the fist of his heart, a crescent’s eye glints silver across midnight’s lake as dream kneels to lap up ...

Alien Worlds She is on the Cover Stepping out of her crashed Spaceship--- Beautiful legs, Clear plastic helmet So we can see Her bea...

What There Wind wrack. Low hum of sea. Voices below long dead. Bottom sand furrowing among sunken ship tatter, Two worlds of how ...

Battered she’s in the river                running  to wrest                         the last rays of ribcaged sun             caught i...

god’s Acne A delightful Woman @ the bar Decided to Tell me About god’s Forgiveness hmm, i said He’ll forgive all Yr transgressio...

About Half My father-in-law always planted double of everything. If he wanted two, he put in four, three, then six, and on, and on, ed...

I twist in the wind Like some unhinged barber pole Red stripes overlapping I have been whipped Those are not stars They are five point...

Potions “I’ve passed many a lumped corpse, and last month watched a chopper swoop near my work in the veldt, then heard the saw, and k...

Chained Cuffed and broken I lay shackled in the darkened room, Chained by responsibilities and guilted duties. There’s not a key only a...

The End Of Summer Camp the blind people arriving because summer camp ended the tents taken down the worker from Alaska, smelly and he...

Senior Search The refusal to be left behind propels seniors to the internet, seeking companionship, friendship, romance, other benef...

 Wyoming Dawn Siren Wyoming Windmill Wyoming View Wyoming Landscape Postcard from Cheyenne I have heard t...

Hypnos, God of Sleep He creeps into my bed, envelops me, erases my worries, and together we dream. But on those nights when he does...

Losing Something is always lost, between the time you see a leaf and when you decide to write about it. Bionote Josh Medsker is a ...

The Illusion of Presence Hunkered down blanket warms legs purple from hugging metal. The process becomes easier when others are presen...

BLACK SWANS The highly expected not happening is also a Black Swan. Nassim Nicholas Taleb Look into your own history – exile from fam...

Redwood This spring afternoon two shovels booted into the soft ground near the house, their handles vertical, exclamations at the end o...