Poetry
Poem – Enigma (By Elaine Nadal)
Enigma - By Elaine Nadal The bells tolled. I heard them. S l o w l y LOUDER Numbing my body. Obscuring my vision. Searching for color in my subconscious... I found images: games, gatherings, horse rides-- artifices sufficing ...
Poem – The Musician’s Testament (By David Russell)
The Musician’s Testament “Being a living legend is such a precarious livelihood. What a ducking of responsibility!” (John Cale) “Success means being worried about everything else except money” (Johnny Cash) I’m putting down this last eyewitness account leading up to ...
Poem: How Leaving Home Works (By John Grey)
HOW LEAVING HOME WORKS I need highways, infrastructure that can differentiate between the town where I grew up and the place I need to be. And a Ford that’s up to it, getting on but faithful, its leather bucket seats ...
Poem – EASE (By John Zedolik)
EASE - By John Zedolik Snow on the Moore. But the Reclining Figure, 1957, doesn’t care. After all it is only a mantle upon bronze, lounging there for halfway to a century and more, and has certainly experienced worse in ...
Poem – Immortality (By David Russell)
Immortality You carried your vengeance beyond decease – Slowed down the pyre’s cleansing, Slowed down the soil’s, the water’s warmth, Left total body change open to the senses – Pursued your cause beyond its effects, Stepped out beyond all examples, ...
Poem – Noblesse Oblige (By Frank De Canio)
Noblesse Oblige - By Frank De Canio It isn’t strange that some sweet girl who’s charmed a male combatant in the sexes’ war should, seeing that her former foe’s disarmed by awe, forgo hostilities she swore. For, after all, a ...
Poem – Unintelligent Design (By Donal Mahoney)
An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble I found in Carrara and shipped to New York on the deck of a trawler. I offered the marble to a famous sculptor who ...
Poem – The Highway Child (By John A Brennan)
Dear Jimi, I had the honor of meeting you in London in January 1969. I worked as a set carpenter at the BBC recording studios West London. You were there to record some of your “BBC Sessions” tracks. I was ...
Poem – Bodies Exhibit (By Fern G. Z. Carr)
Bodies Exhibit - By Fern G. Z. Carr Black walls, track lighting, spectators milling about silently, reverently surrounded by vascular systems preserved in fluid, skeletons, diseased organs, foetuses in jars. Hollowed out corpses in life-like poses play soccer, hold hands, ...
Poem – AGE HAS ITS PRIVILEGE (By Ray Gallucci)
AGE HAS ITS PRIVILEGE - By Ray Gallucci When you are old and prone to mold, It matters not if you they’ll scold For skipping meetings by not heeding Platitudes they keep repeating. It’s right you’ve earned to choose to ...
