POETRY PACIFIC

Sentinel The star above you Follows you all day You would be jealous If you knew about the view The rays shower you Wash away the kno...

Harmless I’m about to pull out of the Safeway parking lot, when a young woman knocks on my side window. I’ve got the buck I keep in t...

WINTER NIGHT The first I learned that starlight took thousands of years to reach us—that stars might have already burnt out when we see th...

Plow Pose ~ Halasana plant a seed, dig, reach roots, unearth yourself. Bionote Cynthia Gallaher, a Chicago-based poet, playwright a...

Benediction for the Land goodbye, we sang to the sad sullen land, pouting like a small child. when we discovered the dotted tree lands...

Storm The breeze is gentle today the tea soothes            the Beatitudes forgive If this is love then give me more in this New Year qu...

The Cosmos is the Great Attractor Spaced far apart through galactic voids Now I have a piece of you in the form of ripples of your gra...

Moisture Runs Deep My tears ran in rivulets And joined with the rain, Becoming torrents, washing out the pain. All moisture returned to...

The Timbre of That The plonk of water on water The crack of a birch tree falling The slash of a machete through cane The plink of rain ...

Tribute in the master’s                  pavilion green tea from celadon cups his gentle voice      unfolds our journey out of pi...

Snow Dream In your absence snow has drifted into the woods where we might have camped, only I don’t see you in a tent in the snow. I sa...

The old record As I wished to forget your voice, I started my favorite gramophone record. Whenever  I was trying to recollect    ...

Shooting Pikachu in its smug little face It’s all overwhelming and life is a thing too big to think about, which is why we walk around ...

OLD FRIENDS Looks that recall fond lies, forgotten dreams Voices that ape the gaiety of youth The smoky air that held grandiose schemes...

My Monster Once again, she ripped and clawed her way             through the                         tough layers                     ...

october pumpkins the sugar house the teacher the musicians Bionote I am a freelance writer for both adults and...

The Blackbird the sound the blackbird makes the end comes thinking about you and the ghost we had once called love. Bionote ...

Succumb I will not succumb to your images of what it means to be a Woman I will not allow myself to bend and flow with your definit...

Scars of the Past It was there, under a blooming apple tree That’s where I found myself. I had scars laced All throughout my mind. S...

What thunder A revolution doesn’t mean anything to me unless it ends in your thighs spread apart and back – far back                 so...

VERBAL  Tense as the past he balances on a fence pretending there’s a future present. He sits, perfect in his enormous chair just a...

Something, which is I am not like the sycamore, willing to disrobe in the dead of winter. My mottled skin shields me from the streetlig...

Narwhals When the rains began we laughed and played Splashing in the puddles formed And when the puddles coalesced to pools And then to...

invisible ink it is not widely known but god has a tattoo she got it when she was a young anarchist and bored of the endless the tat...

SELFHOOD In a lawn outside the loggia scuddy trees seek your trust. Overthrow and allurement? Beauty of burls? Or, is it sierras in se...

Yours Truly, Exclusion I like to keep you outside my window. Watching through a looking glass As you are ostracized in silence. I do n...

unto this child love rained While 1950s scientists, outguessed each other an external ripple of beauty an Iconic truth fell without call...

Random Walk You will ask me where did this come from and I will say, of course, that I have no idea and that will be the truth to...

Imprisoned Pain sealed in shut with iron bars and left with bread scraps.                         Dank prison of spiritual growth; t...

TANKA 45 We rehearse Shakespeare i’ the park, speaking old words in modern clothes, a bird pecking grass the only audience.  We poor p...

Snowflake A sparkle fell from the sky, sun-kissed, lightly falling on a peak--enveloped    in a sheer layer of snowy dots. Miniature...

LATELY, I HAVE BEEN DREAMING OF VAN GOGH'S LAST PAINTINGS The wheat fields and sky and Thunderstorms: the churches and empty Chairs ...

The Door I enter reality touch emptiness in the chaos of time Bionote Anna Banasiak is a poet and literary critic living in Lodz, P...

Jesus in the Snow (V2) I find your footprints here in snow, fresh and broken. Will your lawyer fragment me, talk to Jesus private tonight...

LI PO, RIMBAUD & BUKOWSKI I got as drunk as Li Po and deranged my senses just like young Rimbaud I went as far as I could in a bid t...

Matter of Opinion Coal-black against falling snow, ravens roam the grocery lot. Probing and pecking at what could be food, they waddle a...

a hot summer dream the deep blue sea expanding vastly. calm waters, no waves, no wind. only an endless dark blue; under the s...

No Surprise There was no rain Through the sky sagged and slumped, An old coat cradling the lane, Wearing thin with empty pockets....

Ode to a Blank Canvas The point of departure is a brushstroke against the horizon. It’s not topographical or geological— it’s senti...

◎ 麦收时节 我无法拒绝你手指的对抗 就象镰刀 放倒自己心爱的女人 磁性的月光穿过午夜 化着水 化成雾 唤醒了林中沉睡的鸟鸣 你是一株麦子 在我的麦田里 等待收割又害怕收割 你熟透的心 与麦香一样熟透的身体 害怕成为太阳的断章和祭品 我不是一个浪子...

THE DIFFERENCE BEING other girls’ fathers stayed alive mine went to war and came back dead he is a name spoken rarely in our hou...

Catch 22 His father told him "she's a catch." Anyone who could love her a real kind of love would love a lady in white, ...

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POETRY PACIFIC [autumn issue 2016] Back Cover:   Duane Locke

POETRY PACIFIC [spring issue 2015] Cover Photo: Rowan Blair Colver

dear PP Friends, before leaving for beijing on a medical trip, we hope the earlier-than-usual release of this issue finds you all well and...

bionote I am an English writer and creative artist, author of many varied books and contributor to several blogs and magazines. Having es...

The little nothings,                     The words are already there, you just have to read them                    Lesley Yalen, the ...