FIVE Poetry Magazine

from behind moonshine curtains peering down upon my closed eyes to crop out dreams and replace with vivid reminders...

On bright days, when we came into the dark, she looked like a white rope strung and looped in...

Now, as his day grows dark, it’s time to know names. These sentinels are older than the house, the...

There can only be one. Like a delicate flower That kisses your face. Like a moonlight dancer With elegant...

of the hour of a motionless world, I am all shivering mind and drained body. Reticence is my lidless...

After the style of Ted Hughes Listen to the music of the afternoon sudden drum-beats of staccato anger trumpet-cries...

It was a ticket to the movies folded once neat and straight down the middle. A bullet meant for...

The dog is destitute. When we smile, it cannot. When it smiles, we cannot. It wags its tail. We...

You say there is something missing in my life deprived of proving my manhood in the jungles of Vietnam....

Futures present crystal children with their entitled dreams and ice thunder in their eyes spies uncover pupils screaming to...