Poetry
Poem – After the Snowstorm (By Danny P. Barbare)
After the Snowstorm On a sunny day I see Nandina berries plump and red that were once covered with snow. ...
Poem – In Transit (By David Russell)
In Transit Unemployed’s tube journey: For those safe, definable few minutes there is the duality Of oneself and the comfort of the seat – the circle; Seal; it chops perfectly, crossing the antilinear. It induces connexity; the most complete awareness ...
Poem – Low Vaulted Ceilings (By Strider Marcus Jones)
within those man stone walls promoting their god bringing us to him i told the priest- you tell us to be content with poverty while you live in this big house throwing us scraps begged from money lenders. this is ...
Poem – Salvation Days (By R.T. Castleberry)
In the turn from wide to narrow streets seams in the street shudder my tires, loosed leaves flutter through the fog. Police on patrol secure the corner the five-columned church commands. Blocked by brush-wide blurs of contrails, the sun settles ...
Poem – The Song of Songs (By Henryk Baranski)
The Song of Songs FEAR FEAR FOR THE CHILDREN FIND FLIGHT FOR THEM ALL AND OTHERS AND SWEEP FOR SOLOMON AND HIS ANCESTORS AND FIGHT FOR HIS DAUGHTERS AND SONS. THOSE WHO THINK OF LOVE AND REDEMPTION THOSE WHO SPEAK ...
Poem – NG (By John Stanizzi)
NG NG21028982 – My National Guard Service Number 1967 I remember from an early age that when she wasn’t cursing, my mother chose NG – the car was NG, NG the refrigerator, my father, and me. And so in ...
Poem – Shatter (By Melissa Mendelson)
■ Shatter Now, you have done it. Glass all over the floor. A space where it was. What were you looking for? Give me a better answer than that lie. You know who you are, so don’t cry. What about ...
Poem – ALAS (By Elaine Nadal)
■ ALAS – By Elaine Nadal I was told I have her eyes, her thick brows-- didn’t think much of it: We all have something of someone. My sister has Aunt Natalia’s smile. My brother has Uncle Silo’s curly hair ...
Poem – THE GHOSTS OF TIME (By Ray Gallucci)
THE GHOSTS OF TIME The moon so ghostly naked in space, A very inhospitable place, Long thought devoid forever of life Was once the post for some other race. Beneath its surface split as by knife, In hollowed chamber built ...
Poem – On Purpose (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
On Purpose By: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Not on water do I walk and, it's true, I'm challenged by dry land. I can do, though, what I can. It is that alone which matters. All else lingers… shiny and superfluous, full of false promises ...
