PoetryIssue 03 | February 2009

Four Poems by Amy MacLennan

Ghost Ships

We find them sometimes,
drifting at sea
or maybe just off the coast,
vessels without captains,
not a soul, except
that of the boats, and they
never tell us a thing.
There’s a trawler, the High Aim,
loaded with three tons
of tuna, rotting now,
down near Perth.
In a quarantine bay,
police search her, look
for a struggle (piracy maybe)
but find no sign.
There is fuel and food,
just no one aboard, and she’s
come far, three thousand miles.
Authorities think she probably
steered herself. But what
of the crew, where did they go?
The cops, flat out,
don’t know. Her berths
are empty, the bare deck clean.

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About the author

Amy MacLennan loves traveling to places like Andorra, Liechtenstein, Luxembourg and Talent, Oregon (which has the best curried tuna salad sandwich ever). Amy’s work has been published or is forthcoming in Cimarron Review, Folio, Hayden’s Ferry ReviewLinebreak, Pearl, Rattle and River Styx. Her poems are forthcoming in the anthologies Not a Muse and Eating Her Wedding Dress: A Collection of Clothing Poems.

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on a wrought iron bench in Bristol by Jamie Donohoe
Ocean Point by Melissa Goodwin
Amaszonas, S.A. by George Guida
Santé by Zoe Karathanasi
Three poems by Athena Kildegaard
Two poems by Jane Kirwan
African Soundscape by Karla Linn Merrifield
Aubade in Transit by Rick Mullin
The Fields of May by James B. Nicola
Igbo Directions in Amsterdam by Uche Ogbuji
High Jumping Silver by Gail Peck
the ground unfurls by Gabrielle Peterson
Two poems by Mike Puican
Byzantium at the Bus Stop; Byzantium at the Mall by Sarah Sadie
Romance by Askold Skalsky
Two poems by Bill Yake

Postcard prose

Before We Let the Hens Out by Emily Avery-Miller
Cheng Man Ch’ing by Douglas Penick

Travel notes

Life Jacket by Margaret McMullan
Hamam by Caroline Swicegood