Poetry
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 ...
Poem – His Great Day (By John Grey)
HIS GREAT DAY Turns out I was the great man after all. Otherwise, why the suits. Why the priest taking time out of his busy day to eulogize me. And look at those tears. To think I lived all of ...
Poem – Feral (By Allison Grayhurst)
Feral I bend in mourning bending to the loss of someone so familiar - your nurture-needing eyes and a temperament of molten lava whose tone was innocent and unrefined. I see you now in the doorway, flat and ...
Poem – Innocence (By Rex Begay)
Remember Me? We met a million steps back Before you started No? I'm the one that kept the little dead boys On legless unicorns from riding dreams The marionette who cut your strings ...
Poetry – In Williamsburg (By Ray Gallucci)
IN WILLIAMSBURG In Williamsburg we learn How freedom ours was earned, At least for lucky born Of alabaster skin. Their independence claimed By declaration famed That Founding Fathers framed, Though was still had to win. But if from continent Of ...
