Jacqueline Dee Parker is a painter and a poet whose flights of fit and fancy have inspired memorable passage to and around many parts of Western and Eastern Europe and Brazil. Her poems appear in many literary journals and anthologies, including Chelsea, Connecticut River Review, Eclipse: A Literary Arts Journal and The Southern Review, among others. Born in New York City and raised in the Northeast, Parker now lives and works in the Deep South where she works as an Instructor of Art at Louisiana State University. Visit her website.
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By Henry Walters
We followed her in, a stray, the fattest & first, the temple cat./ In a niche by the altar she crouches, watches them come: the/ mad parade we’d wanted, this troupe of heretics — the ass,/ alpaca, gyrfalcon — unbroken line of celebrants, creatures ...
By Ksenia Rychtycka
Mother comes to me as I’m making honey cake, / measuring out sugar then whipping eggs. / Never mind that Mother left this earth / eighteen months earlier...
By Rimas Uzgiris
The trolley bus won’t go. / Its reins have fallen from the wires.
By Maryann Corbett
I miss things: swooping, diving, passionate voices/ in several African tongues, so far beyond me/ they might as well have beamed from the constellations.
By Pui Ying Wong
Here’s the river I stepped in more than twice.// I can’t see them but I know the boats/ are going by in the sturdy fog...
By R L Swihart
And now you explore the hidden pockets and come up/ with a City Guide (in English) you picked up in Amsterdam./ Why did I keep that? Where were we going? But she’s/ not there to answer