Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


Designed by:
SiteGround web hosting Joomla Templates
PDF Print E-mail

Childhood


                    . . . drowned in a pond of time.
There had been no particular turbulence, no storm,
no wave, the waters did not even swirl
with the sinking, there was barely a wake, I heard no scream.
I’d been circling the lake with him, around and round,
till I turned, and he was nowhere to be found.
Nor can I pinpoint when he went; no one saw
him go. I look into those waters now
and then and know he’s there—I sense his whirl-
pool’s ring—though cannot hear it—only see
there in the reflection of an aqueous form
a mask not at all, and yet too much, like me.


James B. Nicola, winner of three poetry awards and recipient of one Rhysling and two Pushcart nominations, has published 400 poems in Atlanta Review, Tar River, Texas Review, &c. A Yale grad and stage director by profession, his book Playing the Audience won a Choice Award. First full-length collection: “Manhattan Plaza” scheduled for 2014.


next           table of content