Showing posts with label Spectrum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Spectrum. Show all posts

Thursday, December 12, 2019

Two Poems by Jack G Bowman "After Watching 'Behemoth'' and "Impeachment Proceedings"

After Watching Behemoth

Phosphorous, radium enlightenment
Uranium 238 smile,
the scientist from the NRC
watches the sky,
mystery crashes in the atmosphere

wonders in sci/fi;
‘if aliens are changing the atmosphere so it’s easier for them to breathe’

or if that’s just another excuse for greedy, heartless sapiens
to pollute the planet 

sad, acid, fog tears, burns, scars
Earth trembles

waits for another large asteroid,
already past due

or some new dangerous giant to come up from the ocean depths
to do a little payback.


Impeachment Proceedings

His peacemaker role now becomes a resistance martyr
flames of frightened villagers march to storm the castle
he sees them, feels the mob blood rise
it is exciting, easy to join in

so he backs off
his one reflective desire
to observe; takes over,
intellect overrules the immense emotional wave

there cannot be too many mistakes
or the castle will send its soldiers to stomp the rebellion
storm troopers and with vengeance and sharpened blades
death, makes the man curious,
to watch at a distance

they no longer pretend to listen to him
the walls must come down,
the king must be tried and hung
and the land must become fertile again

maybe… maybe.





Jack G. Bowman is a licensed psychotherapist (LMFT MFC42855) poet, composer, artist and performer in Southern California. His poems have been widely published in small presses across the US, UK, India, Mexico, and on the internet since 1991. He has written reviews for Poetix and poeticdiversity, and he was a member of the poetry groups Third Person Singular, Duotribe, and The Furniture Guild Poets. In recent years, he's been published in Altadena Poetry Quarterly, Spectrum Anthologies, and Fevers of the Mind. In 2016, he was nominated for a Pushcart Prize.

1. Thanatos on a Southland Freeway
2. Paranormal Libido
3. Incarnate Canals of Mars
4. Unnatural Fire
5. Diamonds in the Sand
6. Vision and Presence
7. Moths Singed by Moonlight
8. Serpents in the Stratosphere
9. A Walk into Darkness
10. Red Velvet Apocalypse
11. Other Realms of Being
12. Incandescent Silence
13. The Troublesome Tales of Frank Macabre
14. Ego Syntonic Jasmine
15. Metamorphic Consequences

Psych Workbooks

The 8 Week Self-Esteem Workshop
The Dilemmas of Men
Reading People

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Joshua Corwin's "12:01 AM"


I can hear the shine in your eyes
on the other end of the telephone.

When I speak like this,
I feel authentic
and not heavy.

I don’t have to tattoo meaning in the air
to know what you mean.

I remember when you first told me…
apropos of nothing…
about the different levels of charitable donation.

I was sitting right across from you — over there.
(You in that armchair, me in this one: our eyes.)

You said there’s the donor who gives large sums
and puts a placard on the wall, signifying
who it’s from;

and then there’s the other one who gives…
but remains anonymous.

Your words hanging like a phantom,
I didn’t have to be who I thought I was;

you were once me,
once where I was…

In that moment, I knew. 

(c) 2019 Joshua Corwin 


                                                
LA native, Joshua Corwin is an emerging poet and a recent graduate from Pitzer College in Claremont, CA with a degree in Mathematics and a minor in Philosophy. His poem 'SALT' is forthcoming (August 31) in Spectrum Publishing, vol. 20, ‘Who's Your Honey?’ Currently, he is working on his first, full-length book, Becoming Vulnerable. Joshua writes to honor his grandpa, Mert, whose last words to him were “Don’t ever stop writing.” 

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Women's History Month: Maria A. Arana's "Ashes"


once night disperses
pieces of sojourn thoughts
tempest willows
beckon my return
the frost renews vines and thorns
timid breezes overcome the bite
the night’s luminescent flowers
bleed joyous gifts reckoned
caught rumors
no longer summon dragonflies
stillness breathes on my ashes
and rekindles the worms already there

© 2019 Maria A. Arana




Bio: Maria A. Arana is a teacher, writer, and poet. Her poetry has been published in various journals including Spectrum, Peeking Cat Anthology, Nature Writing, and Nasty Women’s Almanac. You can find her at https://twitter.com/m_a_Arana