Issue Ten • Issue Ten Poetry • Poetry
November 23, 2020
by Jane Frank 1. Clotho I feel her thread spinning, spooling ahead through a sea of guinea grass as I run down the hill to...
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by Vasilka Pateras The rust of empire has crumbled desiccated flakes float— over once traversed lands stocked with wild tribes ...
by Vasilka Pateras Monastic caves of Kalishta, stone crevasses of solitude on bare floors a monk’s prayer in worldly denial – ...
by Srinjay Chakravarti After the emperor’s head has been chopped off, the royal executioner is paid his wages by his new masters. Till...
by Srinjay Chakravarti The dark river, draped like a clinging wet sari around the fleshy curves of rocks and boulders. Against an...
by Ellen Shelley The old bones of this house settled around my feet, called me home. In this far from where I grew up place, I...
by David Atkinson Her brother, she must see for herself, walking south, alone; choking, astringency, fetid grit of the street. ...
by Magdalena Ball It was over in an hour a thousand people in an hour. Who dared count the weary passengers disembarking cramped...
by Magdalena Ball He knew how to read the weather, the synoptic, the radar strong winds, showers the rain was coming. He knew a...
by Mary Chydiriotis At the port of Mytilene cinnamon filled pockets of air float past along the waterfront a café sells Bougatsa made...
