Poems By Joseph Ellison Brockway – Vol. 1

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“We Are Making A New World” By Paul Nash (1918)

 

Modern Life

My life’s soundtrack is
synthesized cardinals chirping,
audio-enhanced rain falling.

I amble under
the azure illumination above,
stumble over decomposing dross:
recycled soda can aluminum planters,
copper wire bird nests,
compact disc wind chimes,
vinyl record beehives . . .

From below, a tree reaches out with
its roots through concrete sidewalks—
straightjackets,
and photosynthesizes the SPF off of my face
before its pesticide death.


Trees In Rigor Mortis

Look how the trees reach up towards the heavens, but not in prayer or supplication, more like imitation—jealous of the
concrete and glass skyscrapers, or suffocation—gasping for a breath of fresh air, or liberation—escaping the trampled paths
of humanity.

Like the bees, the trees also have begun to despair and disappear. In the city they are confined to parks and small squares in
the middle of concrete boulevards while the humans are free to roam with their unbridled capitalist consumption.

In the middle of winter, at dusk, the outlines of the trees’ branches—veiny silhouette, deciduous corpse in rigor mortis—
against the backdrop of the gray dismal sky are a metaphor for life.
I heard someone once say that poetry is freedom; it’s poetic how the trees long to free themselves from humanity.


Joseph Ellison Brockway is a poet, translator, and Spanish professor working on a Ph.D. in Studies of Literature and Translation. He likes to experiment with language and ideas that explore human psyche, existence, and collective myth. He is currently translating Island: Mythical Coffer by Spanish surrealist Eugenio Fernández Granell, and his writings and poetry have recently been published in LeHigh Valley Vanguard, The Rising Phoenix Review, Dirty Chai, Full of Crow, Reunion: The Dallas Review, and Surreal Poetics. Joseph can be found on Twitter at @JosephEBrockway.

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‘Trees Dreaming’ By Akka Ballenger Constantin

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For more about Akka visit planetakka.blogspot.com
Follow her on Twitter @PlanetAkka 
Instagram @drommeren.
Read ‘The Rain’ by Akka Ballenger Constantin

‘The Rain’ By Akka Ballenger Constantin

The first in a series of poems entitled “Stories From My Grasslands” by Akka Ballenger Constantin, exploring the beautiful and occasionally melancholy side of nature. Each poem is presented with a stunning photograph by Akka. Visit her website planetakka.blogspot.com and follow her on Twitter @PlanetAkka – Instagram @drommeren.

Check back for more in the coming months.

 

The Rain

Poems For Summer Vol. 1

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Kate Alsbury

ITINERANT BEE
DUTIFULLY PROCURING
SCENT OF A THOUSAND FLOWERS.
                -Kate Alsbury 


BUZ, BUZ, BUZ
BUZ, BUZ, BUZ--SAYS THE GREAT BUZZING BEE.
GO AWAY BUTTERFLY--THIS FLOWER IS FOR ME.
WHY? WHY? WHY? SAYS THE LITTLE BUTTERFLY,
IF YOU MAY SIT ON THIS FLOWER, WHY MAY'NT I?
                        -Clara Doty Bates 


SURROUNDED BY HEAT
THE BATTLE WON AT SUNDOWN
SLOW DAYS IN THE SHADE.
               -Kate Alsbury


THE TREES SHIVER

GOLDEN SHAFTS 

BURN THE LAST FROST

FROM WILLOWED BLADES.
                -Kate Alsbury


WILD GEESE WRITE A LINE

FLAP-FLAPPING ACROSS THE SKY ...

COMICAL DUTCH SCRIPT
                       -Soin


IN THESE DARK WATERS

DRAWN UP FROM MY FROZEN WELL ...

GLITTERING OF SPRING
                       -Ringai


PUFFY GRAY BLANKET

BRINGS A MORNING RAINSHOWER

WE ALL HAVE A BATH
                       -Kate Alsbury

Across The Pale Horizon

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 Across The Pale Horizon – Jonathan Turnick

Witness the finale of Apollo's charge,
  the soft landing of sun blown kiss,
  on the lips of a waiting world.

Watch her lips sparkle,
  in flecks of orange and ombré,
  of sunburnt reds, electric yellows.

Swim with vigor across the pale horizon,
  kick with glee at star tossed skies,
  cease to clasp the origin of scars.

Mourn the fade of evenings adieu,
  breathe and be embraced,
  in the flickering, starlit smile.

Taste sweet waters of evening air,
  dive deep in the well of light
  and emerge clean.

For More About Jonathan Turnick, Visit turnick.com

Tanka By M. Kei – Vol. 2

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Watery Edge

the easy way
of a tall ship
on a summer’s day
the shore falling away
in the distance

lighthouses
on the Delaware Bay
caissons
whitewashed
by gulls

well down
the Delaware Bay
I abandon shoes
and breathe
the sea’s free air

the gentle rocking
of the ship
as she glides
down the diamond waters
of the Delaware Bay

sunset
off the starboard bow
cormorants
winging their way
into memory

the arch
of a dolphin’s back
disappearing
and reappearing
in the diamond sea

great blue herons
dark wings
the only shadows
shimmering
on a summer bay

View more poetry by M. Kei  here.

M. Kei is a tall ship sailor and award-winning poet who lives on Maryland’s Eastern shore. He is the editor of Atlas Poetica : A Journal of World Tanka. His most recent collection of poetry is January, A Tanka Diary. He is also the author of the award-winning gay Age of Sail adventure novels, Pirates of the Narrow Seas (blogspot.narrowseas.com). He can be followed on Twitter @kujakupoet, or visit AtlasPoetica.org.

Tanka By M. Kei – Vol. 1

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breaking the surface
without a sound,
a fish leaping
in the silence
of a spring evening

 

he rocks and rocks
in the cheap green hammock
the tourists gone,
the simple pleasure of
a wooden ship at anchor

 

the tomcat’s complaint
so used to freedom
he can’t accept
the leash
and harness

 

M. Kei is a tall ship sailor and award-winning poet who lives on Maryland’s Eastern shore. He is the editor of Atlas Poetica: A Journal of World Tanka. His most recent collection of poetry is January, A Tanka Diary. He is also the author of the award-winning gay Age of Sail adventure novels, Pirates of the Narrow Seas (blogspot.narrowseas.com). He can be followed on Twitter @kujakupoet, or visit AtlasPoetica.org.