Poetry

A Sisyphus Moment   There’s a force that makes  a boulder hard to push up a hill.  And there’s always a boulder  and always a hill when it comes to   helping the poor find something  to eat, somewhere to live, a job they ...

Much fades with progress When a salty snack must suffice Because there is no time for a hearty meal And conversation, like steak, Is rare, if not divisive And common courtesy has vanished Much like tablecloths And handwritten thank you ...

■ Wasting Time I’m sitting on the bench, and time is passing me by. I’m waiting for tears to fall, but it is the rain that never comes. I’m waiting for love, but there he goes again. My life, my ...

City's so dark along the edge and cutthroat down the middle. There's a police presence. They're looking for identity cards. But I'm an artist. Can I show them my vermilion instead? It's raining a tarnished silver. Sirens make a show ...

TRINITY AFFINITY   “And the three men I admire most, The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, They caught the last train for the cost The day the music died.” (from Don McLean’s “American Pie”)   The three men I admire ...

Computer Virus Gulleted  in spark glint veins Flabbering circuits in floppies Print-out piled high, choking, crimped; Programme busy; not applied; Insufficient memory. Germs swallowed ink; Myopic suction Greek symbol coffee grounds The winking green a vaccine The quantum got under ...

The Face of Death The doctor has seen the face of death on many occasions. He has seen scars and lacerations. His duty, his call the doctor has seen it all ...

Hi-Tech Times In every hand an Iphone owner busy talking, texting, an innovative comfort allowing constant communication anytime, anywhere subject to interruption of cellular service, yet more and more prevalent facilitating contact, no matter what the content. Gary Beck/Ignition Point ...

AROUND STILL (By Joseph Cavera) Walks and treads with no look back, His world under him, simply ground, Unconcerned with what it may lack, It is more opportunities, Waiting to be found …lying in wait, Still around ...

WINTER, A LOVE STORY (By John Biscello) Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands that enclose me, a robust crush, ...