Pegasus

Tag: Fall 2023 Poems

  • Linda Angelo

    To Lose Yourself first you must retirefrom the checking of calendars,dates and weather stop fretting overscatterings of sticky notesmeant to keep you in order you may find yourself wandering back roads, feelingthe breeze, watching for cows lurking in deep oceanswimming slow circles with sea turtles lost in holy hoursholding the hand of your dying friend…

  • Mykyta Ryzhykh

    Untitled I dream that mosquitoes get rid of their bloody religion and cry in painmy red hands have become a mosquito graveyard all night I dream of graves without flowers Untitled my mother counts the amount of lead and uranium in the earth’s soilthe earth is round like the earththe sky is black like a…

  • Cathleen Sanford Haar

    Mycenae 2013, An Epitaph The darkening sky clamps down helmet tight against the mountains. A hissing windsnakes through cracks in the walls made from boulders so heavy that only Cyclopscould have hoisted them into place. It’s our last day in Greece and it’s turned coldon us, sudden as Clytemnestra’s revenge. Rain pocks the graveled ground,…

  • Manny Grimaldi

    Rafael Alberti Destroys His Paintings Perhaps since I can see well in the dark, that is why I have no heart.Mornings I brush urgently past custodians in El Prado to paint my little boxersnear the Goya and the Velasquez, then snuff them out with dribblesof acetone within hours; the layers smudge and drip to a…

  • CLS Sandoval

    Lilies Under My Feet At Balboa Park, when I was six or seven, I wanted to walk across the pond in front of the Japanese garden. The man-made pond with the lilies and lily pads on it. My mom and dad cautioned me to stay on dry land. I could lean over to look at…

  • Tres Seymour

    Nicotiana Requiem IYour shirt is made of burley, he told me between puffsand your britches and your shoes and everythingon this tableSweet is the word I can’t shake the taste ofSweet earth turned for settingSweet scent of the hangingGreen rags hung high turn goldthen to rustand thus goldsoft, dry and brittle IIAged, sweet-odoredshe would meet…