Abstract Magazine International | Poetry
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Poetry

The Guide Awake by Mark Mitchell

07 Aug 2018, Posted by JL Jacobs in Poetry

Art: Light Music 33 by Roger Camp THE GUIDE AWAKE Should we have stayed home and thought of here? —Elizabeth Bishop Questions of Travel Pale sun and the pinprick pains return to your body like seasons each cruel-pretty morning. Coffee quick, then breakfast. Begin again,…

Seine Water by Carter Vance

26 Jul 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: The Edges of My Soul by André Gonçalves, @andre_goncalves_art SEINE WATER The ambulance siren tin-whistles through hanging leaves, stirring air like clipper ships darting in grace from canal point and matching, in true form, carvers’ chisels on pillars on century. When darkness comes and on go…

Art: Un grand e’cran, rue du Chemin Vert, Paris 11 by Bore’ Ivanoff PRESCHOOL IN THE TWENTY-SECOND CENTURY How we’ve come to clutch Samantha’s digitized mind calibrating through quantitative sweeps the CEO-ready of childhood development. Back in the last castration outbreak, they enhanced her love output by…

Art: Dropletts by Marie McCloskey   About the author:  Anastasia Jill (Anna Keeler) is a queer poet and fiction writer living in the southern United States. She is a current editor for the Smaeralit Anthology. Her work has been published or is upcoming with Poets.org, Cleaver…

The Porter by Anthony Lombardi

09 Jul 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: The Road by Alex Duensing THE PORTER  Motherfucking cunt whore.  Not tonight.  Did I say that to myself or out loud?  Does it matter?  I’m alone during what I have come to call the Panic Hour: the purgatory that stretches from 3AM to 4AM.  On…

From Slieve Donard by Alex Smith

09 Jul 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: Jelly Fish by Julia Hadrich FROM SLIEVE DONARD Out here, in the highlands, the poorest earth, at the end of learning, the earth eats itself, snug in its rot and the ravens nest unruffled by the winds. But you, you yell at the hills, scream…

Bloodless by Jessu John

09 Jul 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: My Edinburgh IX from Plastic People Series by Seigar BLOODLESS About the author: Jessu John is a writer currently based in Bangalore, India. She’s working towards completing a first collection of poems. Her poetry has most recently featured in Ink Sweat And Tears and…

If Only the Swan by Toni La Ree Bennett

09 Jul 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: Teal Sea Hawk from Sea Hawk Series by Mick Ó Seasnáin IF ONLY THE SWAN (Lugano)   Dusk comes early to a lake encircled by five mountains.   A solitary swan stands at the end of the pier that seems to lead nowhere as the fog…

Kick It Old School by J.I. Abbot

09 Jul 2018, Posted by admin in Poetry

Art: Robert Ferrier KICK IT OLD SCHOOL ‘87 an island summer of sexually ripe worship. The days began at my old school, with waves of full-length prostrations in the room provided to me as student guide to a poetry conference. June, post semester. In a ‘50s-era…

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