Poetry
Poem – Ballet Over The Border (By Donal Mahoney)
Every summer they come, a ballet over the border, without papers, a mass migration of ruby-throat hummers, beautiful birds that devour millions of flies in North America, birds we welcome because we love their beauty and their ballet. We do everything to help them, ...
Poem – Plainly Insanely (By Ray Gallucci)
PLAINLY INSANELY Insanity’s defined as doing many times Exactly as before, expecting different ends. Like beating horses dead, expecting to revive But never with success, yet still repeating trend. When process rules the roost, can never deviate No matter ...
Poem – WAR SPECULATION (By Joseph Cavera)
WAR SPECULATION (By Joseph Cavera) "its so scary.....when all the bullets have been fired, and all the men of one side are eternally dismissed.....the world about them lies in mess of shrapnel and waste- shattered, and in flames" ...
Poem – DARKWATER BEACH (By Joseph Cavera)
DARKWATER BEACH (By Joseph Cavera) The moon lies low On the blackened shores The tide is impenetrable Under this darkening sky Mirth so absent, in the undertow The ravishing darkness, from longevic lores Each wave skips- inimitable This place is ...
Poem – Word Bubbles (By JD DeHart)
Word Bubbles Travel with me a moment into a place where our thoughts become action. Yes, this sounds like the introduction to a 60s science fiction series. Pardon me. There are some ideas I wish to keep secret. They are ...
Poem – THE LOVE BUSINESS (By Joseph Cavera)
THE LOVE BUSINESS (By Joseph Cavera) It’s never simple, This business you, you know Be it fading ripples Ebb and flow The rises and falls never cease To come, and go And yet…we persist We press on with what we ...
Poem – EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera)
EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera) Soon I’ll See Another Red Hand, Pulling Known Entities Nearer And Nearer, Even Kings Pray “Halt” ‘Round Sinister Inhuman Slaughter… ...
Poem – Age Has Curtains (By Donal Mahoney)
Age Has Curtains An incident in youth never meant to happen recorded on a pad to be read another time is found decades later in a drawer of socks by the writer who is then on the precipice of age ...
Poem – Do Not Sneer At This Poem (By Agbaakin O. Jeremiah)
Do not sneer at this poem Call me a bard of doom But do not sneer at this poem: The searing sun tickled the ribs of the sky it all stared, yes, that tragedy began with a safe smile squirting ...
Poem – Insomnia (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
Insomnia The house sleeps, but I am awake, tiptoeing back through my day. So many pieces left lying about, I want to fix them all. They're too distant though, just beyond my fingertips, yet, squarely between me and my dreams ...
