POETRY PACIFIC

Divine Rite Moth The moth glimmered golden and lovely in the tungsten glow of electric light. Its powder wings were wildly fluttering agains...

At the lakehead The lake was blue gold wheat pines white the silence full I saw a peak a giant once asleep stand up river unwinding from its...

Life, like jazz Contingencies in place for everything imaginable until of course the unimaginable forces the soloist to step up and improvis...

Sea Me And through the night I stalked my ghost, 'til we stopped to see the coast. Enfolding Thoughts I lose you but come to and find th...

BURIAL Thirty-six swipes to turn off the alerts. Thirteen minutes to delete the apps. Forty-seven stabs at the ground to dig the hole. Twent...

Geyser Mostly sunny in the interior, I give the offer a lot of thought. Though I don’t get the riddle. The cactus wounds smell & cackle,...

5 Am again Makeshift lakes sing in their concrete beds surrounded by cypress knees transplanted in these foreign grounds. An orange glow t...

Midway on the Lawn bleeding hearts flit butterfly all wings and pouchy-pink delicate, extended wand-like with the carney’s winking skill lea...

Illumination On those cold, clear winter mornings, I rise in the dark and sit beneath a lamp with a pen and paper in a circle o...

My living funeral I imagine my funeral ceremony, a lively affair beneath a maple tree, where orange and red leaves enjoy a graceful Zumba am...

Packing for outer space Take pictures of your loved ones, a dry clod from your garden, a tuft of fur from your companion animal. Take warm u...

Shivering in the breeze Shivering in the breeze Gold half moon shines down Hides behind stone wall trees breath disrupts silent sound With a...

A Pregnant Silence larks are flying against the velvet of haze tearing the chest of mess for getting a glimpse of glaze it hesitates to comp...

As I Stare into the Night As I stare into the night I cannot help but ponder if i'm right, Right for joining the war Afer all the gore. ...

Interview Season You didn’t take me seriously when I said I was qualified. It’s okay. Money grows on certain trees, and people like you pluc...

Manhattan Beach They met at LA City College, married, then lived in Manhattan Beach. Mother said our dad first earned 50 cents an hour. They...

The Aisle (After W. B.) When I met her I knew her mind was free her shopping done, her fortune made so we fled here, a cabin, sanctuary for ...

AS A CLOWN He slides into the costume before knowing it; cannot bear his image in the glass for it is too bright, outlandish; cockeyed fat h...

In the Eyes of a Box Am I empty, and you are going to fill me up, then send me away to someone else? Am I full, and you are going to empty m...

A Summer Day The balmy heat of the noonday sun, Hundreds of colorful hollyhocks in bloom, And an elderly man pondering his declining Years a...

Puzzling over the fate of black holes Puzzling over the fate of black holes reminds me of all the information we lose as we move along those...

Waiting for the Spring I March is preparing to pull down the dull blanket of February’s winter. Crocuses are bloomin...

Already Here If God is everywhere, always, why do we feel so far away? Why do we speak of aligning as if love were a distant star we must st...

Eternal Rest It is coming… Tendrils of mist swirl in front of my mother’s grey eyes distorting the here and now. It is coming… She painstaki...

Marigolds a slip of autumn the pumpkin seeds are burning orange warm glow caramel dipped sleep Bionote Emma Grey Rose is a writer and artist...

(TIME) …as time flies fast – unless GOD cuts its wings. But then time seems to simply start to run out of space. Time sometimes only brings...

IT’S MAY BUT IT SMELLS LIKE A SCHOOL MORNING IN SEPTEMBER Apple peel, rain in the stratosphere, hand sanitizer and pastries on the bus, scen...

Beauty of Love The beauty of love shines in your eyes, as the sunrise is paled by your face. Your heart-piercing smile has entered my dreams...

A Protection of Petals (after a painting of a closed rose by Hwang Hyunjin) Lights play across a stage, seemingly random until they settle a...

Columbus, Wisconsin Nothing but pastures, farmlands And wide open spaces, this is What they mean by God's country A Norman Rockwell pain...

Euclidian Anemometer The aeolian spirit moves within a geometry of isosceles moments: steel railroad tracks, the diameter of eyeglasses and ...

Scene No imagination is needed A plain house sitting there For nearly a hundred years An old lady under the sun Either in the front or backy...

A Glimmer A pandemic drowns the globe in anxiety’s treacherous quagmire. But hope is the persistent ray of light through closed fingers. Bi...

Comfort drinking coffee in the kitchen on a Saturday morning. day after a heavy night out. I’m a creature of feeling. pressing cheek to the...

THE DEAD OF NIGHT Mornings, I used to run. Nights, I think of the past. It runs through my brain, like a mouse in a maze, with no hope for e...

But the entire world in such a manner is created In which the falsehood is a Lord, And this is treachery that sets the fashion, But no way o...

There is a Quality There is a quality of care to be taken When folding your T-shirts The dark ones, especially They fall Like night Softenin...

Night Stroll I embark upon the silhouetted Silvery Grimshaw landscapes Of leaf strewn paths Paved with cool moonglow, This music for the ey...

That Noise Where's that noise coming from? It's very annoying like a pounding muffled screaming deep breathing a clanking breaking r...

Quiet After Rain Dawn breathes with the scent of rain-washed earth, Streets shimmer under halogen halos, Reflections ripple in the transient...

Eyes Are Windows into the soul, eyes are, looking out from it. Sky blue some eyes are, summer sky is blue and hard. The hard sun is like t...

Thanks Giving In these days of generous rhythm, heavy with fine prayer, birdcall, bloomy sea, split open to thrumming seeds In these days of...

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Cliff Dweller        One palm   and both arches   slapping rungs,   mother’s rhythm       of ascent.       The child      cocooned      to h...

At The Cemetery Her headstone whispered with a voice made of  memory. Dried Flowers After hours spent with our girls in the sun their should...