POETRY PACIFIC

Camouflage The secret to not being seen isn’t disappearing from sight. Day to day, being invisible turns on itself, stirring the curta...

The  Whole  The  man climbs down from  a ladder back  to earth–  just  a phrase, just a  phrase singing through  his ears  ...

Too Much Love (Detroit Reverie) Sun on  grass and new day Dance across the lawn together Bee-hum in Granny’s lilacs Patient, patient O...

Joseph Cornell Haiku light tripping over apothecary glasses blue, gold, a butterfly wing Orange Truck Haiku shiny and new orange t...

Lost and Found Father's lost his wallet, and almost his mind--to Alzheimer's; still, there's enough Dad left to become angry...

​In the End  the descendants of laboratory rats of humanity, crude pumped from Arlington Cemetery compared to the oil the dinosaurs lef...

Serenade Lover, come over, come under my weather. The storm’s blown over (I am the storm). And you, your weather, the color you paint you...

Fetishist The birthmark on your neck is amusing. It looks like a tiny fly. I want to touch it, to play with it, to see if the spider co...

Twilight (Sunset on the hills) This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day...

Sunday’s Songbird I forget every mistake of fortune to cut man-made disasters in my flesh Damned be the Lord of Light should my ey...

Midday sun It’s so hot a bird wings’ shadow on the gate was threatening to slit its plane Bionote Valery Petrovskiy is an accla...

OPEN WINDOWS Tonight we open windows,  Listen to the church clock  A mile away.  These late moments  Of stillness  Are summer’s left...

Quantum Entanglement When I first heard these words first heard the vague explanation of particles entangled I thought to myself, of co...

Seth’s Pond, Martha’s Vineyard The sand splashed road curves around the handmade wooden fence, bright with beach towels threaded throug...

Death Of A Soldier The little pieces of brain departed his skull At the behest of a bullet from a rifle in the Jungle canopy. They lande...

Times Remembered Times remembered Now repeating Now receding Vacant mem’ries Hollow entries Long abandoned Empty journeys Once re...

Grandson Blue shoes on brown trunk arms around hanging branches orange shirt in orange leaves your father calls you away I recall him ...

A Thousand Miles highway wind against fingertips tractor trailers on interstate 80 tornadoes across the plains a stranger at a rest sto...

AFTER MORNING COMES DAY The fly on his back on the windowsill is pedalling an invisible bicycle, or he is dying, frantically dying, ...

[3] a third coast opens up in the middle of dry land percussion of chthonic mallets mingles elemental forces the earth’s dull monarch...

Seasonal Languor  My husband offered me pomegranate seeds from the supermarket shelf; I wonder when Hades tempted you. Now four months o...

AN ISLAND IN THE MIND High winds are coming down the coast with bitter rain that falls as snow in the vicinity of Sacramento. We know w...

Summer Summer is fraught with desire like burrs that cling to your socks. I grow up a weed, become characters I could never hope to be...

THE COMMON CAKE The cake we have in common has a given name and in its time and place may be both seen and heard. There may be many other ...

Arse Poetica A poem, at least, is a mindful pause watching for the hungry stir of attention, feline playing with the day. Or sliding t...

Into the Night                                                                   My face is full and fusty My mind is on the blink I’m b...

STORY the slow pulse of the universe is a story measured by the movement of clouds an ambulance down a thick road of yellow screami...

Untitled Eyes closed, hands clasped, breath in rhythm questing inward to find truth, abandon attachment and ego Time to yank up straw f...

Among Stars I wait for the downpour of stars, Maybe I have time to whisper a wish. I look with hope to the Leonids. I believe that I wi...

POETRY PACIFIC [spring issue 2018] taken in California by Yuan Changming

POETRY PACIFIC [autumn issue 2017]

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When I became my love for you When I became my love for you my hair was your words standing on no end, my skin was your breath in and o...

Cocaine Streets In the dribble of mornings wrapped about The homeless in doorways like a pastrami sandwich Ordered by mistake, while th...

The Titans Rampaging and desecrating the walls with the blood of those who built them they turn all classes into livestock and consume th...

Bionote Tao Zhijian is a translator and scholar, with a doctorate from McGill and a membership with the Ch...

A Book Arrives in the Mail for Denise I'm sending a check. I'm writing the history of gratitude on the back where you'l...

Cracked Lips At the art museum we told each other lies through cracked lips Empty Bra near the poppies we slept in the grass and ...