Poetry
Poem – A Stationary Bicycle (By Donal Mahoney)
■ A Stationary Bicycle The doctor tells Phil and his wife he’s in pretty good health for a man his age but he needs to exercise. And Phil says he agrees and then goes on to explain his faith in recliner ...
Poem – To The Last Detail (By Henryk Baranski)
To The Last Detail AND THE YOUNG WHORE PLAYED OUT HER PART AS THE FORGOTTEN SAILORS PLAYED OUT THEIRS SHE LOOKED SO LOVELY SITTING THERE ALL NAKED AND BEAUTIFUL ENTICING THE PRISONER TO RUN AWAY. AND HE DID TRY TO ...
Poem – Remnants (By Gary Beck)
Remnants The once proud avenues of vaunted shops now are deserted. Only the ghosts of employees past haunt the cobwebbed stores, all that remains of the departed unable to get other jobs, abandoned by their masters, unable to adapt to ...
Poem – “EINE KLEINE STEIN-MUSING” (By Ray Gallucci)
■ “EINE KLEINE STEIN-MUSING” To knock him from his pedestal Is task long overdue. His theories now untenable; No glory privy to. Proclaimed a "genius" famously Because of one eclipse, When none at time knew truthfully The reason for those ...
Poem – Progress II (By Gary Beck)
Progress II I think of all the people killed in automobile accidents, can only guess at the numbers millions in America… How many in the rest of the world? Drunk drivers, careless drivers, speeders, lane changers, and the idiots on ...
Poem – AFTER PARTY (By John Biscello)
AFTER PARTY (By John Biscello) She, Lazarus, back from the dead, with a musical vengeance— A beat, Christ, please, she asks of her martyred D.J., half-light, half-man, and out climbs her voice, grinding through rubble, a dark velvet toy wound ...
Poem – BLACK MADONNA (By Bob Trabold)
BLACK MADONNA Altoetting, Germany Robert Trabold Dark chapel pierced by candle light. Silver – gold glittering! Stately candles on the alter add solemnity. Many yellow roses blend with gold – silver. In the middle, small dark statue – woman ...
Poem – The Path of Art II (By Gary Beck)
The Path of Art II In primitive times unknown individuals painted on cave walls not for interior decoration, but artistic expression, that would unlike today, with no gallery opening for an elite crowd, perhaps just the clan, yet if they ...
Poem – I Traded Ethel for Tiffany (By Donal Mahoney)
■ I Traded Ethel for Tiffany I know very little about computers but I use one for basic needs. Poems, stories, not much more. Like some nice women I’ve known, I’ve discovered computers have a mind of their own ...
Poem – Remembering His Third Wife (By Donal Mahoney)
Remembering His Third Wife Never speak ill of the dead, his father always said, and his father was a pastor who preached from the pulpit. That's why whenever he thinks of his third wife, and he does almost daily, ...
