POETRY PACIFIC

The Last Leaf It’s been raining again, the clouds breaking, fracturing, letting it all pour out. And as I watch it drip my heart is bleeding...

Moonshine on Water Between awake and asleep I see a still sapphire lake Smooth as glass Silvery sheen From moonshine And mistiness I cast of...

Tracking Time The birds are watching every red oak leaf twitch the ferns’ teeth wobbling the trees’ buds swell and you and I stalking footpr...

  The Wheel (That Drags Me Down Then Lifts Me Up)             The figured wheel rolls through shopping malls and prisons             Over fa...

Swift: for Li Lan             Above this wild wild world covered           With layers and layers and layers         Of red dust, my selfhoo...

Walking too early The surface is gritty sandpaper arms lying on the ground moving slightly with the wind we can’t make out a body yet there’...

Finally, there’s nothing I’ve been drunk in many bars, I’ve gotten high in many dark alleys. full with hope and dreams when I drank everyone...

Apus glows--  the bird-of-paradise spreads his plumes ____________ ballroom dance… ...

Come Late July I thought I saw a wolf in the bramble bush, its tongue slavered with hope, ears pitched t...

FISTS SHAKE On the park bench leaves dry into fists shaking at the parent tree until branches shoo them away with the wind which abandons th...

Only the Dangerous Angels end up here: walls eternally free from scuff marks and fist-holes, from peeling white paint. Satan in solitary sum...

Clouds Just so you know not all clouds have a silver lining. That’s why some are sodden lead filling the sky. Bionote Dennis Herrell was a s...

WOMAN ON THE BALCONY I see her two three times a week sitting on the balcony when weather permits here in old Italy town in what is left of ...

  Artist's Statement My favorite artists are Chagall. Matisse, Picasso, Klimt, and Basquiat. I took up art late in life thinking all I w...

  Bionote Kate E. Yuan was born in Sillicon Valley in Novermber 2016, currently attending elementary school in Seattle. This is not her firs...

Into the Night When I was young, my grandma warned me Not to walk through the forest at night. “Darkness swallows people up, Poof! And you w...

language poem to better pronounce my Rs                                         and Ls i snipped the membrane beneath my tongue.         ano...

Being Old As If I know I’m dying let’s start there though the event hasn’t been scheduled yet and the   actual date and time I may have a sa...

Ryde In the distance out toward Rio Vista wind turbines in a long row whirl. Puffy whipped cream clouds drift through a dazzling turquoise s...

Midnight Mirror This silent pool reflects the midnight sky, Coated with a thousand stars that fly. But here they rest, within the dark With ...

Castaways I do not see Saints or madmen Only mechanisms Of crude damnation Dwindling Like smoke On an icy wind. Footsteps dissolve In the si...

Absence A place once held, dearly to my heart, Of moments lived, sweet memories remain, I had you here, only to lose you again. A fear of lo...

THE CHINESE MONK                        (first published in Octotillo Review, Summer 2020.) The body inside the statue is thought to be that...

Mixed Media Erasure Poem: “Shawna’s Rules”                                                             Bionote Sherry Shahan is a teal-hai...

COURAGE OF TENDERNESS   In the silent intimacy of night, time in flight drops fine old feathers of delight. A potent, inexorable entry to th...

Father I Trust Oh father, my heart is broken, this is true. You have stood by me, always I knew. Your reaching arms protect me now. I wish...

Kansas When lightning strikes Kansas (small children glue to mothers and dads bright faces    ears covered    frightened glee) When bolts fl...

I was born with nothing I was born with nothing And I rather imagine I’ll die the same way. Like my Scout handbook said. ...

Haunting phantoms are better left in darkness The old school psychologists are obsessed with the past whilst up-to-the-minute self-help ones...

Kicks and Miskicks the ball rolled to a beautiful beach as if to cool off from hurtful headbutts and maddening and muddy  miskicks! Bionote ...

something about kate you’d probably pause and feel lost you couldn’t tell where she comes from she lives in tomorrow no one to forget no one...

Music Selection Norman Greenbaum’s Spirit in the Sky, Howlin’ Wolf, Dean Martin, George Gershwin tunes along with many other familiar favori...

CIRCLE OF CYCLICAL CYNICS Where has the fire gone Beside the hearth of doubt? Leaves were green but now turn brown Sad is the pyre of cynica...

Saguaro: for Koon Woon Mighty sentinel of the Sonoran desert spiny arms spreading towards the sky Your eyeless face stands guard in hoary sa...

  A Silence Like Primeval What surreality at three a.m., its quiet like a blanket, similied by fog which candles the long row of streetlamps...

Joyride Ode to Joy – Stone-deaf & wrote a symphony.                         Gives me hope. Joy to the World – Not part of my universe. ...

Grammatical human-deep crash-poem The Israeli God didn't trust the human. The Australopithecus must have crashed at midnight. The nights...

Dessert for every season (previously published by DiBiase Poetry 2023) I would be a lemon. Peeled citrus heaven in a sparkling spritz, flutt...