Poetry
Poem – Bucket List (By Abdulrahman Abuyaman)
Bucket List before I expire, i’d defy the laws of gravity, by breastroking through the atmosphere, upwards. i’ll then settle on the fluffiest of the floating beds in the sky; sipping copiously from my bottle of malta in high spirit ...
Poem – IN THE BRUSH (By Joseph Cavera)
IN THE BRUSH (By Joseph Cavera) In to out is unearthed and free description, encryption form friction as fiction is subdivided into purest Soliloquy Silver screens form the veil that shrouds as memories and processes slowly deride senses that tried ...
Poem – SMALL BEFORE THE SEA (By Ray Gallucci)
SMALL BEFORE THE SEA We have only pictures, A journal and rubble From what was a fixture To keep ships from trouble. A lighthouse, built sturdy, On Unimak island Around 1940, With Coast Guard as client. Five Guardsmen were manning ...
Poem – KING (By John Stanizzi)
KING B.B. King, Bushnell Auditorium, Hartford, CT B.B. King wasn’t through one song when I became possessed and was torn from my seat, Ernie imploring me, No! No! John! John! But he was too late. I was ...
Poem – The Savior (By David B. Axelrod)
THE SAVIOR You ask me, “If the house were burning, what would you save?” Would it be my photo albums? Odd how printing pictures has all but stopped. I don’t own jewelry, though I imagine gold melting to nuggets in ...
Poem – LEONID (By Joseph Cavera)
LEONID (By Joseph Cavera) the soul lays here in this grim place demons rear I can't stand the pace this Mad mien dampens the soul perhaps the cause of this pandemic hole and although juts through the tailpipe of every ...
Poem – Sally in the Alley and Joanie in the Weeds (By Donal Mahoney)
Sarah makes sandwiches all day, piling meat and trimmings high on pillowy bread she spreads apart before her customers' eyes. Hardworking men love her sandwiches and sometimes date her after work but none so far has mentioned marriage. This confuses Sarah who’s as open as her bread ...
Poem – The Fire Animal (By Henryk Baranski)
The Fire Animal AS WE CONFLAGRATE OUR NEW PASTURES AND EXPECT THEM STILL TO FLOURISH AS WE BREATHE IN THE SMOKE INHALE AND EXPECT A BILLOW TO BLOW OUT AS WE COUGH OUT THE BLOOD OF LIFE AND EXPECT A ...
Poem – Impact (By Gary Beck)
Impact Christmas time and stores are selling, selling, shoppers are buying, buying in desperate stampedes to get there first, get what they desire at any cost, regardless of effects on the deprived ...
