Category Archives: Poetry

by hipacificreview | 09/07/2017 · 8:35 am

Gauze

by Kevin O’Connor

The farmer had grown black oranges,
some with faces,

others with horns,
but all were bathed in light.

The clouds overhead his field
raced contrapuntally. Continue reading →

Diesel exhaust chokes the room. Engines work overtime.
Naked body pounds
against naked body. In perdition’s factory,
they push poverty’s gravity
another thirty days
and balance their lives with time-and–a-half.
The monthly paycheck a week’s resurrection.
Dark fumes, not just the windows open to the street,
but the oily rags of love ready to combust. Continue reading →

Friended

by Lois Leveen

It isn’t a book, this
Facebook, although
when I open it, I see a page
with all these faces and one
of them is yours. Every time
I see that photo of your face
it reminds me of you
being dead. Continue reading →

Albatross

by Joseph Stanton

Higher rhythms are for them an easy joy.
Because they are so wide of wing
(a seven pound bird has a seven foot wingspan)

they glide, lovely at top of sky
or just above the waves,
seeking squid for eating. Continue reading →

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by hipacificreview | 07/31/2017 · 8:09 am

Names of the Chumash

by Paul Willis

Just when you think the Indians
of the central coast of California
have disappeared out to sea,
their names keep washing up
on the beaches, dunes, and promontories:
Pismo, Nipomo, Jalama.
Hueneme, Mugu, Malibu.
The peaks stand up and word themselves: Continue reading →

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