PoetryIssue 07 | November 2009

This Map

by John Byrne

This map proclaims that I am here
When here’s not where I want to be.
I’ve made my wishes very clear
But it insists that I am here.
I truly think I should be near
A place that only minds can see.
This map insists that I am here
When here’s not where I ought to be.

About the author

John Byrne is an American-Irish citizen, and currently lives in Oregon. His short stories and poems have been published most recently in Centrifugal Eye, Naugutuck River Review, and Umbrella Journal. This piece is a product of two recent trips to France and his last extended stay in Ireland.

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Two poems by Anne Babson
Vignette, Townhouse, 9 a.m. by Troy Cunio
Night Becomes Day Over the West by Megan Foley
Yukon River Aurora by D. B. Goman
Two Poems by David Havird
Cretan Love Letter by Emily Linstrom
Holland by Rick Mullin
Fear in Kenya by Kristina Pfleegor
The Lounge Lizard by Ed Shacklee
Two Poems by Sarah J. Sloat
Night Flight by Vicki Stannard
Koinonia Farms by Alina Stefanescu
Thessaloniki, Four a.m. by Anastasia Vassos
Imaginary Oceans by Jason Warren
Two Poems by F. J. Williams

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Anchorage in the Great Land by Karen Benning
The Value of Small Money by Megan Hallinan
Screensaver by Sandra Larson
Thirty Cents by Tommy McAree
Gokarna by Kate McCahill
Going Places by Rachel Miller-Howard
Susanville CA: Notes From The Road by Susan Volchok