POETRY PACIFIC

Some Memories                                                                                          .                                   ...

Litany For An Enlightened Dejection             Though you have digested all your deepest secrets,                 and the stars have fe...

Invisibility Cloak I’ve been trying to plumb the deep. I’ve been trying to disappear. Call me purple.  Call desire a tangled skein. ...

"Carvings" Tears that well, but cannot fall From branches hang rain-pearls Donned in moonlight capes Anticipation palpable ...

Chest of all riches  Vagabond on unwritten paths He saunters heavy leaden. Facing high blizzards in rags He might be an errant ghos...

THE SNOWS OF YESTERYEAR, PART ONE I can forgive her, but can I forgive myself? After all, I didn’t make her choices, but I did make ...

After the Crossing Imagine Lethe, the river of forgetfulness just behind you. Its foamy waves, curling in darkness. You made it. Yo...

EYES And later, when, unnoticed by the rest of us, music slipped finally from your mind and your fingers, so nimble once, so sure, s...

The House of Childhood We return to the place where we first heard voices, smelled the air and tasted nourishment, where hands care...

COLLABORATION #3 in the third box or maybe in the fourth or with hands included and sad, swollen feet and a face that casts no sha...

At Summer’s End                                                                                                    Ever since you left  I...

The Narwhal you’re fiberglass and paint and whale-song moaning through climate-controlled museum air filling empty bottles and shell-sh...

Time Passe s In Rue Auguste Brun dusty glass cases hold headdresses eons old, their feathers painting the shaded stillness of a New C...

The Waves of Change are so small, I can’t make them out, even in space between my wet face and the mirror, where you’d think all ...

New Day Overnight this world did change, at early morning he noticed right away, sun on rose then golden breast of dove on red-tiled ...

Not Artists, Notarists Filled with uncertainty             for what he’s doing                         for what he’s done         ...

The fish in the wind  The meaning of fish is found among other fish in much the same way water tastes like water. I saw a fish caught i...

Dusk sunlight draws close to the exits those coloured birds, the flowers close their wings a pensioner shuts her book on romance ...

HAUNTINGS I try to recall faces from the past and hold them fast in my mind like photos in an album but they slide away and swiftly f...

the sky-, the land- and the sea-scapes of autumn

The Great Bob Dylan Debate It makes no sense, my older brother said. The words make no sense.  We shared a bedroom through junior high, ...

Autumn The twin trees in front of my window Begin, like us, to be tinged by fire. Soon it will have caught them, wrapped them, lit t...

SYNERGIST All day I’ve listened to the song of a single cardinal ripple stillness just outside my office window. An opera in red tux, ...

I Folded My Mother Up I folded my mother up Into a creased peace of paper Folding memories into intentions. Flattening the dementia of ...

Tease There is more to life than can be easily deciphered. Hieroglyphs mulled over in broken tongues. Glimpses of revelation g...

Rain Tastes Best Just off the Cloud First rain of the new fall exiting the tunnel of sunshine seasoned with smoke & ash how quic...

HOME INVASION Where did you start— in the kitchen? No silver but you ate some hummus. Did you see me working on my computer, watch me...

Suburban Deer Suburban deer are small to begin with and they fold themselves origami-wise, all willow stick legs, all so very long nec...

Snowed In Deep snow collects on my windowsill. Clouds fill up the early winter sky. Naked trees evoke bare feelings. I remember the fac...

Faith We are dots on a globe that sustains us. Our understanding decreases as historical, hysterical notes chronicle a human infes...

POETRY PACIFIC [autumn 2019] Backcover Photo "One Tree Makes a Whole Grove"  by Yuan Changming

POETRY PACIFIC [spring issue 2019] Cover Art: "Softly Spoken" by Ginger Cochran

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The Artist Statement Fresh. Romantic. Uplifting. Those are only three of the many ways my paintings have been described. It’s t...

Always There is always someone There is always some time Always much thinking Always while thinking Like acute inflammation Alone, ...

All There Is             an epithalamion for Jon and Thierry Winter in paradise this year is dry enough to call a drought.            ...