Introduction to Poetry Issue 66

Introduction to Poetry Issue 66

By coincidence, most of the poems in this issue follow an apocalyptic arc, though sometimes a bit subtle. The number of form and/or narrative poetry also make a significant presence. There include a villanelle, an anapestic sonnet with the rhyme structure ababcdcdefefgg; a somewhat subverted abba iambic hexameter form; a […]

Introduction to Abyss & Apex Poetry, Issue 65

Introduction to Abyss & Apex Poetry, Issue 65

Season’s Greetings to you all! To begin with, I want to honor all the Abyss & Apex poets of 2017, but in particular, these four Pushcart nominees (in order of poem’s appearance). Good luck to you all (the two fiction nominees are not shown here):

“Poisoned Apple” […]

He Believes It

Katharyn Howd Machan

He Believes It The fog will lift. The city will return. —Bruce Bennett in “Il Bacio”

He has to, this morning alone, the street no street but sleek cobblestones one by one for his feet. So many dead— or missing, simply missing? Swallowed down a giant’s maw to be spit up, […]

Gone to the House of Sound

John W. Sexton

Gone to the House of Sound

Sunlight lay hidden in the garden of the three brothers. Midnight came and sunlight didn’t stir.

At three in the morning the youngest brother awoke to birdsong. Sunlight clotted his room so the brother got dressed.

In the garden a thousand blackbirds had made themselves […]

Shadow Sustenance

Sara Tantlinger

Shadow Sustenance   I collect shadows in jars             like fireflies twinkling little nights   clinking against the glass splattering black smudges of ink against the bottle’s curves   I peel back the shadow’s skin             reveal hidden starlight, glittering novae and galaxies veiled beneath frantic wings             like swallowed clandestine moments of the universe’s […]

Sentinel

Hester J. Rook

Sentinel

The silence is soft a velveteen stillness. She is studded with iolite and stainless steel laid out neat from crown to sole arms folded across her waist. Gleaming silvered and ensorcelled I cannot tell if she is even breathing.

Her sheets are crushed red, staining her skin and her hair […]

Personality

Ken Poyner

Personality

There are but two types: Those that, when shut down, Stare at the floor; and those that, When shut down, Stare at the ceiling. The joints in the neck Lose tension, and the head, Where so many of the preprocessor Systems come untethere Being so heavily shielded For the protection of […]

Demon Villanelle

Joshua Gage

Demon Villanelle

Some hours I believe that there’s no reason to be scared. With daylight it appears my torments are no more than dreams but at night, it seems the demons are already there.

When clouds are dappled by the sun, and birdsong fills the air perfumed with breezes both restorative and […]

Rapunzel

F.J. Bergmann

Rapunzel

the moon’s pale hair hung to the ground from a midnight window as we climbed the black tower of sleep

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F.J. Bergmann edits poetry for Mobius: The Journal of Social Change (mobiusmagazine.com) and imagines tragedies on or near exoplanets. Work appears irregularly in Analog, Asimov’s, Polu Texni, Pulp Literature, Silver […]

The Last Transport

Frank Coffmann

The Last Transport        Gliese 667 Cc / GYH [Gliese Year of Habitation] 7309.91

No ship had come since 4082. An old man now, he knew no more would come. For many years, he’d wondered what he’d do When his time came—on his, now loneliest, home.

Only the few and hardy had survived […]