Poetry 1.1

Doubt by James Belflower

Doubt by James Belflower

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007 The wind picked up overnight dragging clouds to the moon I remember the leaves chattering in pockets of wakefulness you had the blankets to your ears I believe it’s the wind moving all this it must be it must be […]

Tuesday by James Belflower

Tuesday by James Belflower

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007 We read obsession over the Sunday comics; “but why does he squat outside?” Questions still bucking and braying; my eyes are strong but void of answers. It must be 1:30. Call me “babe” again; I love that. The sofas’ crushed […]

At the Ocean by Gloria Bennett

At the Ocean by Gloria Bennett

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007 She sat alone, overlooking the ocean on the coast in Santander. The way she sat, legs crossed, thighs showing, wasn’t meant to be flirtatious. She wasn’t aware she had an audience. He might have sat down beside her, to see […]

The Trails at Mataleñas by Gloria Bennett

The Trails at Mataleñas by Gloria Bennett

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007 I strolled along the winding trails that overlook the beach at Mataleñas. I welcomed the opportunity to go barefoot, like I did when I was a child, and the warm sand was soothing to my soles. A strong wind drifted […]

How We Like to Drown Ourselves by Josef Benson

How We Like to Drown Ourselves by Josef Benson

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007 1 Fact is, he was a dandy, The sort that carries a thin pink comb in the back pocket Of his tight blue jeans. It doesn’t square otherwise Why he’d spurn the nymph, Not echo Echo’s echo. Smote with his […]

slim window by John Biando

slim window by John Biando

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007 silver planes are elegant from so far little futures with no strings

the green of a child’s bottom margin by John Biando

the green of a child’s bottom margin by John Biando

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007 i can’t figure how to make the green of a child’s bottom margin. the green as a trash compactor squeezing the life out of the truth. the green for them is this: yellow. a bottle of lightning bugs and dead […]

the sky belongs in my blood by e. bojnowski

the sky belongs in my blood by e. bojnowski

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007 a chime gulps through a landscape of candlesticks – the moon, unsure of what antagonists really know, allows the sky to bear its hierophant teeth to illuminate the lime on the side of an old barn. lichens smile and I […]

youth never shone like all those nebulae by e. bojnowski

youth never shone like all those nebulae by e. bojnowski

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007 With the allure of a quartz, the sidewalk quietly subsides- and your breath joins the wind sending hairs afloat and bronzing acres of tears. For now, you are opulent. But if I press myself against the ground, no sparks arise. […]

My First and Last Poem for Christ by Bob Boston

My First and Last Poem for Christ by Bob Boston

Poetry, Vol. 1.1, June 2007 The Christians arrived today, just as they always do every Saturday night to feed the homeless. I’d truly forgotten what it’s like to eat a holiday meal. It was a Memorial Day weekend inside cook-out. Hot dogs with baked beans, […]