POETRY PACIFIC

I Could Not Under the shade of a Black Maple tree Searching for peace, I Heard echoing off the blue Skin of a placid pond the Sound o...

One Bullet Per Stanza Andy Warhol lived to tell the tale of how a disgruntled dyke shot him with a handgun My friend Billy also sur...

eighties hair bands play the ball park tonight eggshell blonde * no more cats the robin luxuriates in the bird bath * whale sha...

An Idea of Self In the drudgery of compliance, or care, Remember to stay focused in the moment For others have illuminated your sense of...

Singing on the Way to Our Grave This layer of crackling leaves lies dry upon the earth, brown and begging for a return to the dirt so ...

GE –Abolishing the Old (Dui [Lake] Over Li [Fire]) ____     ____ __________ __________ __________ ____     ____ __________ Seasons...

Forgiveness Put your hand in mine right now. Yesterday is a fable already told, tomorrow a city built in our heads, no lamps illuminati...

Undoing When it is time to let the scar of earlier injury grow weaker, to let the dark ridges of healed bark separate and crack, let we...

  CLIFF JUMPER’S FEVER A  much visited seashore peak.                                                         The cliff does function as ...

A Camouflazed Mirror Neither telepathy is known nor an effective time-machine is owned yet the race towards you seems to be so automati...

At the Dusk of Day I wonder if the ray of light Can reach beyond Its own existence Float its invisible appearance Break heaviness of w...

0512-0003. Lisbon, Portugal, 1979 6000-00363. Turin, Italy, 2014 6000-02555. New York City, USA, 2015 1866-0...

You water this box the way flowers take up the slack are circling down to reach the corners who have lost everything, torn from the ro...

Drawn for Josephine I see a moth sentenced to die by an abandoned web a rain or two away from slipping off the fixture, tearing its wi...

LEPRECHAUN You best believe the little shaver in green gets shocked to shit when he pokes his skinny index finger into an electrical out...

[author's note: The following micropoems are all about a person with Alzheimer's Disease] missing just a few more thoughts it w...

Butterfly of Wakamatsu Oh your laughter like Keyaki, your memory home Even then lost but In its whisper of leafing I wander the groun...

Should the Inevitable Happen Our city supposedly has x pick your newest estimate years left till the floodwall drops like a Higgins bo...

Mayflies live on borrowed time, from dawn to dusk. They do not eat. They do not have moving mouthparts. They swarm for a while, mate...

[one poem originally published here was removed at the author's request on 15 april 2019] birdsong lucent thrush— strip every note...

BLUES APOCALYPSE (on reading Lenore Kandel’s poem Blues for Sister Sally) the flow of the blues rushing slowly oozing into oblivion ...

ACCUMULATION with age the years tend to become the thunder rolling off in the distance your accumulated life becomes the foggy stor...

HOW TO TRANSFORM A MAN INTO A STONE OR SIMILAR OBJECT                              Curse him. Force him to witness the forbidden— Gor...

SPARKLING BLUEBELLS      And talking of the ever widening gap Between the sheer numerical taut strength Of the leaders highranked and th...

Wildlife I remember, someone putting out food on a bird table. Then being heartbroken and in tears when the rats came. The exact same...

Home Sweet Home beyond Milky Way Nestled in the wings of night After the pearl gem sets in heaven I climb to the roof of the earth To g...

Riding Life The circus was distracting; the old man loved it. Eyes wide like a boy’s. A boy he'd never been. On the way back, t...

Garlic I imagine you unclothed! Layer by layer I peel – (She loves me, she loves me not) down to chiclet smooth skin. So eager to touc...

Sweet Venus On a mid-summer day in Manhattan a young woman with golden tresses stands on the curb of sidewalk waiting for the light to ...

park plaques [ka moe whakaaio ki te mate – Māori - sleep peacefully in death] we sight them straight away. chaperoning   i n d i s c r...

The Colour Blue Suddenly there is a wall behind my back , With colours strong, Each unidentifiable from the other. I recognize one tho...

Swimming in soft water The sea sighs comfortably as I slip into her soft embrace, shrugs nonchalantly when I ask about the water I disp...

Origami Flowers If I knew how, I would make origami flowers. I would take a sheet of paper, and, with clever folds and cuts, a bunch of...

please lift our breathless lungs blood on the streets put there by military cops who will police the police? wild river stranger  clea...

bitterness i pretend it doesn't hurt that my father chose to die than ever talk to me again i'm not exactly sure what kind ...

Listening To Frost Some nights I wake not knowing why I am. Listening to frost crack the tin roof, stickle windows with white lace, feel...

Stripping  Something is being stripped away I think it’s you, leaving me Disembodied, odd, As if it was me who had died. Your flesh fa...

Moon over the Arizona Desert There is one and only lover among 600 million people on Earth. The Earth has one and only moon. Some plan...

  THE MAN IN THE AISLE a stone rolled from under my foot and I fell into a bowl of plum blossom shades of pink filled hands and mouth ...

Cosmosis As I stretch out my mind, Through the conscious essence, Of our shared daydreams, I open my inner vision, To the glorious col...

CROW FUNERAL        Below my right lung, in a lexicon reserved for family, crow chortles the sunrise. Baby daughter, Nat Geo antennae asl...

MOCKINGBIRD When she found herself within The parlors of the rich She would speak to them as if She’d been born to wealth herself And...

ALMOST LOVE POEM     Air. Rings of rain. Electricity Wires line the sky... Northward Your dark window Blends so well It disappears. ...

EARTH Now that the long forgetting is over, let thoughtless earth receive you, as is proper, but know that you have become entire again...

The Author Joins a Friend at Church and Learns of David’s Redemption Carry yourself to an alley after a storm. Sit in a puddle of gra...

  DEJAVU                                                       Messages from the dead                                                    ...

POETRY PACIFIC [spring issue 2017] coverphoto: mark wyatt  (6000-00363. Turin, Italy, 2014)

POETRY PACIFIC [autumn issue 2016] Cover Art: Allen Forrest

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