Poetry
Poem – Just a toy though the string… (By Simon Perchik)
Just a toy though the string is still afraid, tied as if inside a weightlessness is pulling it closer and closer and can't let go caged in on all sides by the color blue and emptiness --a trapped balloon, banded ...
Poem – Somnambulant Webs (By Cynthia Sharp)
To the love I was abducted away from, a satellite to my being, the raven trickster who elevated everyone to laughter from deep within, soaking in the sun that surrounded you – Time lapses in your absence – a stencil ...
Poem – WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN (By John Grey)
WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN It's the winter before winter. And the winter after winter. Everything’s stripped bare. The winds bluster like politicians. Only with cold air, not hot. Month after month, eyes can only stare, lips are too frozen ...
Poem – Crossword Adventurer (By David Russell)
Crossword Adventurer Isn’t it great! The chessboard gone wonky, Thrust into eddies of new clusters – All-dimensional vistas. Isn’t it great to peel and pave the words, To lick their sounds, To hone the code letters with your pencil sharpener ...
Poem – MEETING (By Nicolo Santilli)
MEETING (By Nicolo Santilli) to our fellow cosmic travelers who traverse the geography of the earth in dreams and waking and having walked a thousand winding starlit streets know the joy of finally meeting ...
Poem – Room Of Silence (By Amy Hrynchuk)
Room Of Silence Nine in one little room, not making a sound. One working busily behind her desk. Two read books while one reads a magazine, while on writes in notebook. A leg shakes nervously across the room, while two ...
Poem – WATER DROP (By Ray Gallucci)
WATER DROP In icy cold of empty space, It hitched a ride on comet’s face, Accelerating toward a star Of recent birth, from distance far. As sun of color yellow grew In field of vision, met with two Enormous spheres ...
Poem – AGE HAS ITS PRIVILEGE (By Ray Gallucci)
AGE HAS ITS PRIVILEGE - By Ray Gallucci When you are old and prone to mold, It matters not if you they’ll scold For skipping meetings by not heeding Platitudes they keep repeating. It’s right you’ve earned to choose to ...
Poem – shining (By Nicolo Santilli)
Shining - By Nicolo Santilli the light sends us a message and we are the message where we are bright enough to speak in the clarity of our being and those who see us clearly ...
Poem – Rear View Mirror (By Mary Bone)
Rear View Mirror Basking on the beaches of the Amalfi Coast I left the world behind, in southern Italy. It was so unique and exclusive. I was glad to see the dust fly in my rear view mirror ...
