Poetry
Playgroup Politics
There is something deeply suffocating about life today in the prosperous west. Bourgeoisification, the suburbanisation of the soul, proceeds at an unnerving pace. Tyranny becomes docile and subservient, and soft totalitarianism prevails, as obsequious as a wine waiter. Nothing is ...
Poem – Panic (By David Russell)
Panic A search for some trivial object in the midst of disordered furniture Seized upon just at that moment, giving birth to consternation Repulsion from travelling delayed by this selection; Travelling light, splitting energy-wholes into petty onenesses – At one ...
Poem – What We Know (By Gil Hoy)
What We Know - By Gil Hoy It can truthfully be said that: regarding all the world’s matter of which we think and know, the whole lot is infinitely large and infinitely small. For a pinhead can--- and does--- boast ...
Poem – Pray, tell! (By Agbaakin O. Jeremiah)
Pray, tell! Who plunged this abominable steel Into the great Iroko? There where lesser trees flanked The surviving relic of the realm. Who shot the gilded eagle Before it had executed the gods' task But like Marathon Never relished the ...
Poem – Carousel of Marriage (By Donal Mahoney)
Carousel of Marriage Harry and Grace had a carousel of marriage while it lasted. There were arguments galore and children by the score or so the neighbors thought as they counted kids running across their lawns causing divots to fly and dogs to bark, a canine ...
Poem – By Simon Perchik
Without a ripple this jetty full steam and though whales will clear their throat the gull can't hear it's next struts on bedrock that already twice a day surfaces spits out the cooling skim from molten iron and salt --you ...
Poem – Following the New Guru (By Lee Marc Stein)
Following the New Guru Before True Detective McConaughey took the wheel and became Zen Master of the Lincoln auto, he layed down the gospel according to St. Matthew: “My rule is to break one sweat a day.” Farshvitst, I contemplate ...
Poem – Most Recent (By JD DeHart)
Most Recent I'm making sure all is still alive. Checking the pulse of the homepage. Routinely observing to see if the rise and fall of ideas is still in sway. I make the most of this room, circle the table, ...
Poem – LOST IN TRANSLATION (By Ray Gallucci)
LOST IN TRANSLATION (based on “The Hidden History of Jesus and the Holy Grail” by Sir Laurence Gardner, Nexus Magazine, Vol. 5, No. 2, February-March 1998) If records of the Celtic Church From A.D. 37 stretch? How could they then ...
Poem – CASSANDRA CURSING (By Ray Gallucci)
CASSANDRA CURSING - By Ray Gallucci “Burn that horse – It’s full of Greeks! Drag it in? Then kiss your cheeks ‘Au revoir,’ for you’ll be dead.” Poor Cassandra has no “cred.” Non-belief’s her curséd fate. None will heed until ...