Poetry

Two Poems by M. E. Silverman

Two Poems by M. E. Silverman

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Defin­ing the Third Element & Philose­lene Poetry     This poem orig­i­nal­ly appeared in Stonecoast Review Issue 20. Support local book­sellers and inde­pen­dent pub­lish­ers by order­ing a print copy of the mag­a­zine.   By M.E. Silverman…

Resonance

Resonance

Res­o­nance Poetry By Mela Blust 1. a nuthatch brings his wife to the potted bleed­ing hearts my mother gave me. it hangs on the front porch, vibrant red blooms beside the glass door. i watch in wonder as they prepare the nest so close to the…

Plague Diary – Week XI

Plague Diary – Week XI

Plague Diary — Week XI Poetry By Finola Cahill I cook fresh artichoke—a head boiled bald,butter melted in the day’s brag­ging heat.The garlic bathes, my teeth glean flesh from eac­hear­ry lobe of bract, skin spit back to bin.The choke is lonely. I leave it that way,just…

Bosc

Bosc

Bosc Poetry By Leslie Miller When sun­light falls on the pearit becomes the meal of a long dead woman with heavy sleeves and small dog. Smoke from her chimney billows across the roof, and the wind presses rags of it closeto the ground like the…

Three Poems by Jonathan Diaz

Three Poems by Jonathan Diaz

Three Poems by Jonathan Diaz Poetry By Jonathan Diaz Vision: October 15, 2022 Having seen the smoke piling above the parking lot and the flames coiled around the cars      the fire­fight­ers instruct­ing the crowd to move any vehi­cles not active­ly on fire I…

Sept/ember

Sept/ember

Sept/ember Poetry By Court Ludwick Morning of the twen­ti­eth, there is a uni­verse on my wall. Just kidding it is only a burning square of light. Just kidding it is not quite burning. In the square, there are shadows of swaying leaves. Just kidding I…

pointillism in the form of virginity

pointillism in the form of virginity

Poetry By Liam Strong your first time was beneath cherry blos­soms queen anne’s lace & purple thistle freshly mown xmas lights burnt & heavy with July your b‑day a harvest lil eye balls dis­tend­ed from their sockets your red wheel barrow flush with pancake & syrup trea­cles of dew risen from nowhere…

Joan and Jackie

Joan and Jackie

POETRY By Helena Steel We’re on the phone      both of us peel       ing apples cut       ting out the bruises and rot        ten bits. She’s making a pie        and me, a cake. A coincident …

Alien Poem #12

Alien Poem #12

POETRY By Yael Valen­cia Aldana Alien, you are the best person I have met/not the strongest but the best/The worst thing you ever did I made you do/Drunk off our asses atop a ten-story apart­ment roof in Brooklyn/ I command you to climb down the…

Échezeaux

Échezeaux

POETRY By Justin Smulski we split a tuna melt and some coffees at a truck stop just by the exit with four-dollar coin-op showers and a sign clar­i­fy­ing that one must pay before the shower and not after across the shining table with striped metal trim you held the top of my…