Poetry

IN WILLIAMSBURG In Williamsburg we learn How freedom ours was earned, At least for lucky born Of alabaster skin. Their independence claimed By declaration famed That Founding Fathers framed, Though was still had to win. But if from continent Of ...

Journey (For My Father) I wish I could say that we are like any other father and daughter. I wish that I could say that we are the best of friends, but it took us a long time to get ...

The Chibok Tale It’s a haunting tale that unites humanity As the Chibok zone of remote obscurity Crept into global consciousness in its adversity The day the puritan extremists sacked A Chibok school in phony military tact And snatched supple ...

Space Capsule Volunteer The final pull of severance will magnify you The downward controls make you equal to the general gravitation You are higher than the air, and so you leave, You are bigger than the air, and so you ...

ANGEL (By Joseph Cavera) Run through the days Like kids on a beach All the ways, In life, is but a small breach Shines the light seeping out through that mask Which conceals a bravado façade Calling me to ask, ...

FALL TONES (By Joseph Cavera) A young lad awakes to cold on Sunday Stirring slowly, quakes to life his way His covers like lovers unravel above Another of is brothers leaving a shove He sees the light peak through his ...

GO BE HAPPY Go be happy. Smile for the camera. Keep moving. Sing and dance like Cab Calloway. Hold his hand and kiss his neck. Buy art deco furniture together. Make sure your shoes match your outfit. Cry with joy ...

Holocaust Redux   They’ll be coming for us, the old lady told the young man  next to her, the two of them sitting on stones under the bridge  surrounded by trolls   sworn to protect them.   Victors come for those  who fight and oppose ...

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 ...

Behind The Door - By Melissa R. Mendelson I don’t like to open the door, where the darkness lies for the darkness will drown me in forever, and the struggle will begin as my monsters will eat me alive. They’ve ...