Poetry Issue 15

   Issue #15 : July-December 2011

Martin Villanueva

from Account


      Isn’t the honesty of things
      where they resist:

      The ground,
      how it pushes too
      against your heel.

      The shrivel of leaves
      when burned. The sound
      of leaves trampled.

      One’s reflection—
      left and right
      switching places.

      Those loose notes that fall
      from between pages.

      The muted phone,
      the curtained window, the rain.