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Poetry 5 Spring 2020




     by Eira Needham


Keow keow,

gulls flurry to scrounge 

tidbits from tide-rinsed sand.

One snaps

cotton candy

from sticky fingers.


Toddler's screams merge

with avian chuckles.

Feet stomp furiously;


he hurls the treat down.
Birds dive on their prize
- cries intensify.

Playful barks scatter the flock;

a puppy charges from ripples,

sodden, tail wagging.


Slobbering, it licks spun sugar

off the shore. Calm, the boy

detects distant jingles – giggles,


expecting a chocolate ice.

Screeching their protest, freeloaders

retreat to the harbour wall. 


Bio: Eira Needham is a retired teacher, living in Birmingham UK. Her poetry has been published in print and online. Some of her recent publications are in Allegro Poetry and Lighten Up Online. She has been Featured Writer in West Ward Quarterly where she is regularly published and once came first in Inter Board Poetry Contest.

Your Infinity Suit

       by William Doreski 

Wearing your infinity suit,

you’re invisible to everyone

but me. The shimmer of its surface

clings to you like plastic wrap,

while absence of color conceals you

and doesn’t even cast a shadow.


Dressed in this impossible distance,

you prowl the streets and observe

lovemaking in the gutters,

homeless people kneeling in prayer,

thick men dying in the doorways

of houses abandoned decades ago.


You enter rich apartment blocks

and slip into upholstered rooms

and fondle delicate knickknacks

and flip through famous first editions

and sample elaborate dinners

and sip wines you could never afford.


You listen to couples debate

sending their children to prep schools

or investing in blue-chip stocks,

then yawn so loudly with boredom

they startle and look all around

at the apparently empty air.


I can see you while others can’t,

but that’s because I carry

a mental photograph of you naked

not as people commonly are,

but as raw marble looks naked

to the eye of the expert sculptor.                            


Yes, the gleam of the suit itself

lingers for a moment not

where you are but where you were

a moment ago. I follow you

down the avenue, the crowd

parting in the shock of your breath.                           


Maybe if I ask politely

with that humble look on my face

you’ll let me try on that suit

on some warm dull afternoon when

infinity seems a reckoning

worth a little bodily risk.


Bio: William's work has appeared in various e and print journals and in several collections, most recently Train to Providence, a collaboration with photographer Rodger Kingston. 


The First New Work in a While
    by  Ben Nardolilli

Three poems, this editor
Wants three poems, my poems,
And of course
I gladly accept the terms:
No pay and a little exposure

It’s not print, they’ll be online,
In a sense ephemeral,
But also easier to find,
Potentially billions of eyes
And hearts might open up to them

The site has won no awards
And it has not published
Anyone who has won them,
It is not ranked
By whatever powers rank journals

So what? What awards
Have I won and what rank am I?
Private poet, first class, maybe,
Still, I got accepted
Without an ounce of networking
It makes the editor’s response
A true victory,
We are strangers to one another,
The work won her over
Because nothing else of mine can
Anyway, it is an acceptance,
Three poems, my poems,
Soon to be bundled with my name
Set before the world
To jeer, leer, and pass by
Bio: Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is trying to publish a novel.