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…
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Poem – Aversion (By Ray Gallucci)
AVERSION No rhythm, rhyme? That’s such a crime! Just passing prose Does not compose A poem. For such Needs structured touch For it to be Called poetry. To me, free verse Is just a curse Of laziness That’s patternless. For all it takes Is random breaks To be dispensed ‘Mid sentences. About Ray Gallucci: I am a Professional […]
Read morePoem – Processes (By Sanjeev Sethi)
Processes Grammar of grief wraps itself around the tremors of time and chips: organize blue pencillers. This will obliterate your errors. Better still, equip yourself and be your own editor. [su_sanjeev_sethi]
Read morePoem – MISS JULIE-ANNE (By John Grey)
MISS JULIE-ANNE – By John Grey She pours drops of whiskey on the withered rose petals. Then wields the hose with a cigarette flopping from her lower lip. What doesn’t intoxicate her flowers, she drinks. Ashes fall onto the buds. The bees will have to suffer for their pollination. She passes the graves of all her cats, apologizes […]
Read morePoem – Persona non Grata (By JD DeHart)
Persona non Grata To the not good enough comments, I say, psshhhhhh. That was last week, a hundred years ago. Easily. I’m flushing, rinsing down the last backwash of badly- formed words. This week is triumph, so don’t mind that shadow you noticed last week. He has bloomed like a perrenial and will be back soon. [su_jd_dehart]
Read morePoem – Untitled (By Rex Begay)
I am guilty of skipping chapters stained with shadows Missing moments not composed I feel unworthy of your tales untold, reserved for me, while dust sleeps upon the page There […]
Read morePoem – THE STUDS IN THE BAR (By John Grey)
THE STUDS IN THE BAR – By John Grey Rosalie is at the bar thinking – who’s next? Then two extravagant, exaggerated beings enter, one behind the other, like stallions, heads high, tails swishing, threaten to pull the floor out from under the regular male patrons with their jangling gold, French cologne, and styled hair flopping on the brow like […]
Read morePoem – 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 zero hour because all the registers have gone into the red; everything’s going to blow. If I am stopped in […]
Read morePoem By SIMON PERCHIK
Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * Louder! though what comes by has already withered and along a certain curve your voice tapers off as the path bent over her shoulders spreading its flow into sunlight now riverbank and whisper –you need two mouths now that every splash smells from stones once it rises to the surface in that […]
Read morePoem – Pulp Thoughts (By Mary Bone)
Pulp Thoughts A blank space my white paper. Inkblots, like my thoughts. Dotted lines- a poem appears. The paper, once a tree with flowers, held life and grew. It was chopped down and made into pulp. The pulp dried and I write down thoughts hidden from view. [su_mary_bone]
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