Poetry Catalog

Along this puny bayside road,where the concrete apartmental beasts rise upin their becastled storied crenellations,mortared Krishnas with a thousand glassy eyesfacing the strayed armies of the Atlantic,like a hallucinogenic great and graying cloud,the razor tips of icy waves throwing their battalionagainst the shiftless sand and boarded-up coweringsof sidewalk shops—we’ve had … [Read more...] about Havre De Grace At Febuary’s End, By: Askold Skalsky

"With sacrifice before the rising mornVows have I made by fruitless hope inspired;And from the infernal Gods, 'mid shades forlornOf night, my slaughtered Lord have I required:Celestial pity I again implore;Restore him to my sight great Jove, restore!"So speaking, and by fervent love endowedWith faith, the Suppliant heavenward lifts her hands;While, like the sun emerging from a … [Read more...] about Laodamia, By: William Wordsworth

I promise to hold it tight,tuck it into my bralike money or Kleenex,warm its little wordsagainst my breastsas once I held a babyand found a way to sustainthe impossible skull,wondered at the fontanelbeating a pulse(tic toc late after the noon hour)—an operatic scuffle of Brecht figureslamenting the State,not unlike this morningof chronic pain givenby god knows what devilinto my … [Read more...] about Give Me My Green Hope, By: Judith Skillman

Those breathing Tokens of your kind regard,(Suspect not, Anna, that their fate is hard;Not soon does aught to which mild fancies clingIn lonely spots, become a slighted thing;)Those silent Inmates now no longer share,Nor do they need, our hospitable care,Removed in kindness from their glassy CellTo the fresh waters of a living WellAn elfin pool so sheltered that its restNo … [Read more...] about Liberty – Sequel To – The Gold And Silver Fishes, By: William Wordsworth

Under the faint neon light, shadows of peoplepass by. It’s raining, and the street is sleepy anddeserted, while the wind refuses to bring mea message from you now. I keep waiting for you with an imperceptibleanguish, just as spring awaits the return of amigratory bird from a long journey. Time drags on. The air clings to me with a senseof emptiness; the roads seem … [Read more...] about The Jacket Of Sadness, By: Irma Kurti