Poetry
Poem – Eve of The Revolution (By John Grey)
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 ...
Poem – TRINITY AFFINITY (By Ray Gallucci)
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 ...
Poem – Computer Virus (By David Russell)
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 ...
Poem – The Face of Death (By Mary Bone)
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 ...
Poem – Hi-Tech Times (By Gary Beck)
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 ...
Poem – AROUND STILL (By Joseph Cavera)
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 ...
Poem – WINTER, A LOVE STORY (By John Biscello)
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, ...
Poem – Manhattan Landlord (By Gary Beck)
Manhattan Landlord I ran a swell restaurant for many years on a good block in Manhattan. I wasn’t rich, but made a good living, paid my workers well so they were happy and passed it on to customers. Then my ...
Poem – A Stationary Bicycle (By Donal Mahoney)
■ A Stationary Bicycle The doctor tells Phil and his wife he’s in pretty good health for a man his age but he needs to exercise. And Phil says he agrees and then goes on to explain his faith in recliner ...
Poem – The Silver Store (By David Hernandez)
The Silver Store The store with an appearance viewed as “full of dust” is brushed aside by the sign that says “Free of Rust.” Its products have been free of scratches and fingerprint smudges, which the lines of ants haven’t ...
