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A Ghazal That Is At Least Superficially About Hair ~ Raj Venkata
You’ve tangled my feet, I’m caught in your hair.
Soon I’ll be naught but a knot in your hair.
Your eyes make me want you to call me your pupil.
I long for the things I’ll be taught in your hair.
I Quote Robert Burns in This Poem ~ Raj Venkata
It’s a bright and clear day.
Sun creeps through the window
at an inoffensive angle.
Chewing on a crepe at
the café on Easton.
The mozzarella’s barely worth the calories.
The Last Opus of the Sea ~ Julius Anne
Oh they grow careless.
And we are daring.
They called us brave,
scouring these fathoms for lost cultures.
Lost like lovers.
Release ~ Jhoany Benitez
With my bare hands,
I come for you.
With my long, desperate fingers,
I reach within
And silently
Come for you.
Dear Annonymous 1.001 ~ Raj Venkata
Dear ——,
I think I know why your voice is so quiet.
I think it’s because you’re a giraffe in a forest of very tall trees,
surrounded by clumsy little deer who all leap and scramble
desperately and neurotically to reach pinches of high up leaves.
For B ~ Jhoany Benitez
In my dreams, I am merely but a restless bee who,
Gently prickles you,
My budding tulip,
And savors the golden nectar concealed between your velvet skin of red.
A Night: Called Home ~ Julius Anne
The Johnsonville Press would like to introduce a new poet, Julius Anne. Julius is a gifted poet and we are excited to have his work featured in our publication. We hope you enjoy his work as much as we do.
A Brief Tragedy in Blank Verse That Is At Least Superficially About Ninjas ~ Raj Venkata
There is a quiet little restaurant
out in a just as quiet part of Queens.
The name: “Master Hiroshi’s Ninja Grill.”
In Which I Break My Poor Muse’ Heart For No Good Reason ~ Raj Venkata
You are to be praised and commended for your valiant efforts over the tenure of my miserable life, love. You have admirably played the role of mother, lover, sister in… Read more
