Poetry
Poem – King Me (By Melissa Mendelson)
■ King Me The heat is on, and the race is gaining speed. Yet, a quiet falls, brushing against that worrying question, “Will we make another mistake,” and the serpent will wrap us warm. But she will suffocate us cold ...
Poem – After the Snowstorm (By Danny P. Barbare)
After the Snowstorm On a sunny day I see Nandina berries plump and red that were once covered with snow. ...
Poem – With Respect to the Whale (By David Russell)
With Respect to the Whale Oh, man – foul carnivore! Gorging beyond all need for sustenance, Gorging beyond even your body's bounds! And is this a fixation on your prey, A lust for prey-communion? Willing your own, final annihilation By ...
Poem – AT A DISTANCE (By Ray Gallucci)
AT A DISTANCE Gently rolling, runneled hills, Colored like a daffodil. Rivulets to ocean spill Under cloudy skies. Atmosphere of shrouding haze Rising from the surface waves, Where beneath lie ancient caves Never brought to light. Yet this sky’s ...
Poem – In Transit (By David Russell)
In Transit Unemployed’s tube journey: For those safe, definable few minutes there is the duality Of oneself and the comfort of the seat – the circle; Seal; it chops perfectly, crossing the antilinear. It induces connexity; the most complete awareness ...
Poem – Camouflage (By Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh)
Camouflage plunging deeper into my miseries i come out of myself, reading threnodies even the camouflage's lost its colour i will watch from the sidelines until i finally drown; until the last flicker bows to the tossing, to the darkness ...
Poem – In Good Company (By Fabrice B. Poussin)
In Good Company Hurt for the first time again, they swear to live, seeking protection in the indelible mirror; yet they stare in hope of freezing the image they hope all will see. Broken anew, birthing twins to the old ...
Poem – Late, The Beauty (By R.T. Castleberry)
I stayed late in the street tonight, felt the breeze chill come up, saw the ice sky form, fog-dense. Shirt tail out, I rock back in my boots, scan the silhouette corners for bar room stagger, a skater’s weave. From ...
Poem – Fluttering with your butterflies (By Fabrice B. Poussin)
Fluttering with your butterflies The room is vast and empty, with only she facing the tall glass; standing she teases her hair once more; peace seems to surround her. Still then, she wonders as she dives into her own soul, ...
Poem – MORNING GLORY (By Joseph Cavera)
MORNING GLORY (By Joseph Cavera) Ever since she raised her hand And let her voice be known We’ve all been bowed to understand The altruism she has shown Now in the days she woke too soon, And in the nights ...
