Doug Hoekstra: “Interstate 65 Revisited”

Interstate 65 Revisited

Eating dinner on the veranda
While waiting for Bob Dylan
The server rearranges
Silverware on an empty table
After bringing me a plate of
Fried green tomatoes
She touches my arm lightly
Answering a question as
Smoke from mountain fires
Drifts into the city like
Gauze over the burning sunset
And factories, some
Abandoned. Fade.
On the highway, where
Signs read “no burn zone”
Drought. Of the mind
Creeps in like the haze
Of lost faith.
Lost practice
Misplaced trust, and
Rusted manhole covers
Rattling through
Burnt Orange America

 

Doug Hoekstra’s short stories, essays, and poems have appeared in numerous literary journals. He has two book-length collections to his name: The Tenth Inning (2015) and Bothering the Coffee Drinkers (2007 Independent Publisher Award finalist), with another one on the way (Unopened, poetry, slated for 2019). As a singer-songwriter, released eight CDS on U.S. and European labels, touring extensively throughout the US and Europe in support. https://doughoekstra.wordpress.com/

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ayaz daryl nielsen: Eight Poems

beside the highway
leaping into the river
frog who safely crossed

——

this city’s
harsh night life—
morning sun
nervously probes
gutter and alley

——

Lonely as a grave is
six feet deep. Maybe
much deeper. Measure
my loneliness at six-and-
a-half and still descending.

——

just a beer
or three
(and a shot)
and we’re
no longer
strangers
guys howling
the Stones’
Beast of Burden

——

“now that’s gross,”
she states, “zombies
with chicken pox”
thinking to myself,
who’s gonna notice

——

poet

when being embraces
what a page can bring
white within black
and light within dark
a timelessness beyond
electronic uncertainty

——

my breakfast table
maple syrup’s sweet-talking
the blueberry pancake

——

someone I want to know

list of books checked out
by prior library patron
p20754590
left in a collection of
poems by Bukowski:
A timbered choir: the sabbath poems
No shortage of good days
Fly fishing the seasons in Colorado
Given: new poems
Tao te Ching
Zen living
Betting on the Muse: poems
and stories by Bukowski

 

ayaz daryl nielsen, veteran and former hospice nurse, lives in Longmont, Colorado, USA. Editor of bear creek haiku (30+ years/145+ issues) with poetry published worldwide (and deeply appreciated), he is online at: bear creek haiku poetry, poems and info

DS Maolalai: “Malahide. Work.”

Malahide. Work.

from outside the office
the view goes away,
far
and all the way to the ocean.

and the office
with the view
is on top of a shopping mall.
downstairs people buy
avocados,
grapes,
oranges,
white wine,

all exotic things
brought from past the horizon.

and from the window
you can see the planes coming in
with their deliveries
and from outside
boats
hold even more.

there are islands out there
packed
and brewing with potential.

I would like to take you
to any island
and lie down on a beach in summer
and watch the boats coming in
while our hands shift through the warm sand on top
searching underneath
for the cold.

 

DS Maolalai is a poet from Ireland who has been writing and publishing poetry for almost 10 years. His first collection, Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden, was published in 2016 by the Encircle Press, and he has a second collection forthcoming from Turas Press in 2019. He has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize.