POETRY PACIFIC

Near Noon in Naselle, Washington, 23 July 2011, After Du Fu Beside green grasses, motionless in the warm calm, the sun beats down on wh...

The Optical Symphony I heard the light in all its jubilance: The tunes, like recuerdos of a passing feast, The notes, that lingered in t...

氷の喜び Joy of Ice 夏石番矢    日本 Ban’ya Natsuishi 　　 Japan 英訳　夏石番矢　エリック・セランド English translations by Ban’ya NATSUISHI & Eric ...

Ghost stories grin from ear to ear pig on a spit (Canada Project Collected Essays & Poems, 2013, Vol. 8, p. 66, see: https://sites.g...

Untitled I Walk (V2) (Psychiatric Assessment) Untitled I walk through life with a shrink from Yugoslavia, who is as large as Bigfoot....

THE REAL ME The doctor holds my x-ray up to the light. So that's me is it. He examines it for some time though his face remains non...

Holdings They attack at night, the worries… During the day there are conferences and calls and email and work to oversee and whatnot. ...

The Passing Cloud - Poetry For a fractional moment, I envied on the passing cloud and its exceptionally successful and long-lasting pas...

The Knave There existed a Knave That rose from the grave Those few that were brave Tried him to save But made new was a slave For gra...

I Am Darkness descending, a veil in shades of mourning sent to shadow somber eyes.  I am deceptive depths consuming stars. I am empty ...

I Was Cast Into The sky Sundown scans the landscape brush shimmering rocky shore a reflection of nature’s gleam the woods at night ne...

fall the last straw almost, always picks its time to fall: an innocuous, seemingly ordinary one, the silent second after the cacophon...

Autumn Scenes Bionote  Zhijian Tao, regular photographic art contributor to Poetry Pacific , and member...

SORROW Crows at dawn, so you remember, first thing. Cracks like thunder, storms your sky. Rattles and snaps venetian blinds. Hums in th...

HE GRAZING GOAT BY THE GRAVEYARD So daring! The grazing goat by the graveyard He tramples and rolls on heads of Kings He dines with ang...

Stellar Pride I have forgotten the number of lanes that lead to the pink house; I had marked the street lamps with pins on my palm, bu...

Our Local Star I wake up each dawn to coyotes yapping at the Hollywood Hills. Don my coolest Tom Cruise Scientology store kimono once mor...

In the Hospice Chamber  When we slip into Eternity we do so alone. The cosmos does not allow anyone else to slither through the same p...

No One Lives Alone Because the past and future leave little room for the present, money can end up spending its people on a few thrills in...

45th HIGH-SCHOOL CLASS REUNION Behind our name-tags, under mounded flesh, wrinkles, gray and thinning hair, we recognize each other as ...

The Wilds of Ithaca (for Patricia) A wild wind races across the sea like a cosmic conductor orchestrating the tides to rhapsodic lace...

The Tattler  Your tale is told. Tell it again Without your telling Told again. After the Rustler and the Horse Thief stopped losing ...

Crusade Fight for your word and fight for your right Fight at daytime, fight at night Fight this battle between darkness and light Show...

Our Own Revolution  “If they don’t allow us to dream, we will not allow them to sleep.” Popular slogan of the Egyptian Revolution We da...

SONGS OF DYSTOPIA BOY CORPORATE HUN  by Trevor D. Richardson Gather ye round, you Corporate Huns, I’ll show you the death of your futu...

                        married 50 years                         he reads                         her the NY Times'                 ...

Air I could not tell you then, how close you were to death, blue as a stone, how the chickadees stopped their tormenting love long enough...

Early Winter Sermon Too close to the road, old pines stand tuned to the environment. Heavy branches lift in the rush of arctic air, send...

TEN P.M. Into the lamplight with two Hemingways, a novel and my cat who both fall like almonds under the card table of solitaire. ...

Traveller’s diary (On Zhang Daqian’s Achensee Lake, 1968) The grave foliage in the neighbourhood of such forlorn valley grows as the col...