The Poetry of Emotion
So complicatedthe wiring which makesa memory. I rememberbelieving wind was bird wingsflapping over head and brancheslined our palms to lead uswhere we need to be. I am oldernow and less clear on howI came to view this world–the roots of my beliefsthe sky or water? About the Poet: James Croal Jackson is a Filipino-American poet... Continue Reading →
We were given a green world Blessed with abundanceAnd still we cut it downunsatisfied needing to make more Destroying our own beating heartsWithout air struggling to breathe About the Poet: Iris Davis is a poet and an environmental activist based in Colorado.
Copious amounts of guilt.Anxiety has crept in,like foul weather.Drivers of all models hydroplaning,on horrendous roads.Holding the steering wheel,as if human and leather skins melded as one.Recollections of a six-year old child’s mind.Car accident near Binghamton,family station wagon,crashing on the bridge,hovering near the river.Telling myself to plow through,my frightened children’s horror.No clear windshield view.Too much fog…Too... Continue Reading →
I cannot see the horizon in your eyes.I can only overlook you, my love,Only overlap your cries with my cries.-Marc di Saverio (2013). Sanatorium Songs, 46. A pilot learns to navigate ad misericordiaby levelling the control wheel and rolling his eyes skyward. The zodiac above him ruins empires and trips calendar pages.Fresh paper arrives, charted... Continue Reading →
Love is more than just an oceanand its waves that never end,It is laughter, tears, emotions,It's a secret, wondrous blend.Love is more than sunrise, sunset,It's the life between the two,It's a trust, a safety net,Where the "I" becomes a "You".Love is more than winters, springs,It's a rose that has thorns too,It's the wind beneath our... Continue Reading →
“there are those of us who treatour bodies worse than amusementparks and we don’t know when toget off the ride”This I learned from a sallow-facedelectrician whose name I didn’tbother to learneven though he said it twiceduring his timeto talk and I didn’t point outhis was an imperfect metaphor;I go to the nearest collegeacross from the... Continue Reading →
of the dark began on a winter eveningat the age of eight in Queens when I walked downthe creaky wooden stairsof my childhood hometo the kitchen for an apple. When I looked to the snow-filled yard,under the full moon,my eyes caught a clown-like figure. With onyx dots for eyes,a woolen mask was slipped over his... Continue Reading →
Every night her image arrived in the old man’s mind, like a rose wafting sweet perfumed memories into the air, the petal of each rose was unraveling as it drifted down the simpering corridors of time. Each thought was driven into the void with an eerie echo alongside the thorns that were piercing his heart.... Continue Reading →
The golden dust of the sad moon,Sifts musical notes all around,I listen to this simple tune,Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound.White angels play the violin,The yellow birds sing a new song,The party’s on, the fun begins,Red flowers smiling, come along.Blue butterflies dancing with me,Old stars come down to kiss the earth,New silver bells ring… Victory!Snowdrops... Continue Reading →
How I moved away from the body on the ledge,When I had wanted to do nothing more than perch beside it—As I had vowed to do—Is the story of my transformation. On a road I saw her take,I had followed.Whatever was to be her destinyWas going to be mine, too.Whatever was waiting on the other... Continue Reading →
Ephemeral Elegies 