Table of Contents Letter from the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack Dear Readers, Welcome to our final issue of WordCity Literary Journal, the Mental Health Issue. Fittingly, it’s not for lack of success, but for the sake of my own mental wellness, that I’m bringing our beloved journal to a close. And yes, I am seeingContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. Our Final Collection”
Category Archives: Poetry
3 poems by Susmit Panda
To Whom It May ConcernFrom the bridge’s end a voice: Much sorrow, much grief there is—or where we liveis not the world, and we should jest and jiveas if the feet had shed their marrow.Dead, you think you won’t die again. Rocks like a flame your lifted hair.In time the woods will catch, and everywhereContinue reading “3 poems by Susmit Panda”
3 poems by Fabrice B. Poussin
CharityShe cried when they laughed at her despairalone for the holidays on her street cornerwitnesses unintended continued on the strollleisurely to the next shopping mecca.He thought he screamed within whenthose powerful ones in mourning suitsin unison clamored their customary noas the man pleaded for a little compassion.Married to rules secret to their identitiesthey grin withContinue reading “3 poems by Fabrice B. Poussin”
3 poems by Aiden Quinney
To The Man Who Holds My HeartI watch you lead the knights to battle again.A tear stings my cheek as I remember our youth,taking that sword, you proved you were someone and you taught me an important truth.You stumbled through the puzzle of acrumbling nation. You always got back up,showing me that failure was notContinue reading “3 poems by Aiden Quinney”
3 poems by Joan Mazza
Mimeomia*I’ve fallen into a stereotype, typecastas the little old lady, gray haired, lookingat her feet, wearing clunky sneakersand mom jeans, pigeonholed into a small boxon a shelf with broken paperclips, dullpencils, and exhausted rubber bands.The young ignore adages that link agewith wisdom, tune out ripened warningsseasoned with experience. Only one clerkat the grocery asks, HowContinue reading “3 poems by Joan Mazza”
Can you see that little boy? A poem by Dr. Rickey Miller
Can you see that little boy? Can you see that little boy? He stands amid the rubble that was once his world He sees the mangled bodies of his mother and father, his sisters and baby brother, scattered in blood-soaked heaps His house lies in ruins, the remaining walls crumbling as he looks on HeContinue reading “Can you see that little boy? A poem by Dr. Rickey Miller”
KeyStone. A poem by Anthony David Vernon
KeyStoneSpring is in transitionSome trees are starting to hold out their flowersWhile others are still mere bonesNo conclusions do not always need to reach an endCan we be content returning to our loops?The spring will be here soon returning to its own loops Return to Journal Anthony David Vernon is a Cuban American literary writerContinue reading “KeyStone. A poem by Anthony David Vernon”
what is love? A poem by Mari Angelica Galangco
what is love?I asked my mother once, on a cloudyafternoon. She was scrubbing a plain,white shirt with her thin, cold hands–rough like the powdered detergent shebought from the dollar store with atoonie she found in between the seatsof the late-night bus, she would taketo go home after a day of scrubbingtoilets and mopping floors withContinue reading “what is love? A poem by Mari Angelica Galangco”
2 poems by Rhonda Melanson
After The Egg Comes Sunshine And Morei)I flip the memory, over and over. The easy lesson of eggs.Poached, Grandma used to make. A white blob, strugglingto stay afloat. Squiggly tentacles paddling anxiously in simmeringocean. Pathetic, to some people. How its tiny trauma bubbles, splashing onto the fire.My own hot mess crying. I’m so hungry! Eat!Continue reading “2 poems by Rhonda Melanson”
3 poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
***You can hope you never get cancerYou may not understand how you can lose your left legYou can trust that your daughter won’t strangle you in the middle of the nightOne may consider the Holocaust unthinkable, but thoughts are only an imprint of matterEverything will happen one dayEverything will happen again one dayAnd everything willContinue reading “3 poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh”
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