(Pocket Poetry) by Nancy Byrne Iannucci (U.S.A) Copyright © 2022 – Nancy Byrne . All rights reserved. About the Author Nancy Byrne Iannucci Nancy Byrne Iannucci is a widely published poet from Long Island, New York who currently lives in Troy, NY. Defenestration, Hobo Camp Review, Bending Genres, The Mantle, Typehouse Literary Magazine, Glass: a …
(Pocket Poetry) by Joan Mazza (U.S.A) Mother Dobbins was the first to say she saw meshapeshift into a cat, then back into a woman,mistaking my cat for me. She set the town against me,though I am guilty only of being old and ugly,a poor widow without children to care for me. They say I have …
(Pocket Poetry) by Kenneth Pobo (U.S.A) Well, it’s a rock. I know I’ll lose points on the Lab test, but the rock wants no biography written of its slowly eroding life. My life erodes too. I prefer a bendy world, nothing rock solid, elastic as a goose neck curving around a leaning reed. Copyright © …
(Pocket Poetry) by John Grey (Australia) Man hawking rose-quartz obelisks.Woman behind a table laden with crystal balls.Out in a desert of lofty sun and cranked-up winds,some old geyser works the emery wheel,polishes stone after stone. If not in need of a rock for the mantel,there’s always a bolo tie to flatter the neckor a fancy …
(Pocket Poetry) by Bruce Gunther (U.S.A) The heavy winds don’t know meor the hands that hold this book.Winds that bully their way throughthe leaves and branches of the maple.Winds that carry coded messagesfrom Istanbul and the front linesof Kyiv.Winds with the hot breathof a filibuster,with fire thatmelts glaciers.Blown from the Valley of Deathwhile the Buddha …
(Pocket Poetry) by John Moody (Scotland) river transparent turquoise-huestretched thin as hosieryunder rocking yachts water silken five denier stretched under mountainsstapled by electric pylons reflecting farther shorea faraway train-lineruns like a laddered stocking Copyright © 2022 – John Moody. All rights reserved. About the Author John Moody John lives on Scotland’s Clyde estuary. His work has …
(Pocket Poetry) by Seejay Jordan (Wales) Lust like swallows lost deep in flight, Leaves empty arms on this night, Growling shores of my righteous rest, Rolls and caves upon my chest, Feathers and headdress dominate pages, words, flowers, yearning... flee, Tales of love throughout the ages, What am I to do with thee? The great …
(Pocket Poetry) by Emma Overton (U.K) The smell of wood smoke, Spiralling up to that slice of space seen from between the sentinel houses. Her belly, dark blue and pregnant with promise. The moon is absent, The sky the fuller for it Eyes drawn to intricacies Of stretch mark clouds and stars, like piercings, littering …
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