TRINITY AFFINITY “And the three men I admire most, The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, They caught the last train for the cost The day the music died.” (from Don McLean’s “American Pie”) The three men I admire most, Though passed, remain alive To me because of what they wrote. Their legacies survive. Most favor Verne […]
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Insignificance Late in life I struggle against my insignificance When I should enjoy the freedom from performance before an audience. Applause is happiness but if they withhold applause, embarrassment. When Da Liu put me to work crunching hexagrams and spreadsheet numerology Instead of ghost writing his books about T’ai Chi for longevity I was humiliated but freed. No need to […]
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I take a 12 month chip, a copy of The Iceman Cometh, drape myself in Union blue, cultivate a salesman’s grinning grip. A Valley trip lies ahead, road miles registered in a company car. Spring becoming summer, there’s a ghost in the garden, a feral cat, sensuous in the drying grass. I light a Tiparillo, block walk the […]
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In 1920 he came on a boat from Ireland and found his way through Ellis Island. He found a room in a boarding house catering to his kind and went looking for a job but found instead signs in windows saying “No Irish Need Apply.” A cemetery asked him to dig graves and lower the dead. In America today […]
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Once they spot me All my bakoki disappear Like dew in the morning sun Pledging to see their halves Or take children on rounds Leaving me desperate. I too shall marry because I disgraced not my uncle To curse me die a bachelor Neither did lust lure me fuck a donkey and have my testicles smashed. I can’t stand […]
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I. As suspicious of the morning as I am thankful for the night, I no longer follow bird flight, the sinking of the violated sun. Mouthing a dialect of short checks and charity wards, I stare at a wasting life, unhappy, aging, unhealthy. Sympathies have been trained out of me. The elegance in a sniper’s logic is what remains. […]
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Bio: Nick Romeo is self-taught, and he always strives to absorb and learn from his environment. He incorporates the multitude of subject matters into his artwork. Nick’s main forms of expression are 3D digital renderings, music, poetry, fractal generations, photography, and sculpture. www.pittsburghartistregistry.org/accounts/view/nickromeo
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It was an ancient city. All the young people left as soon as they could but the old remained in their mortgaged huts surrounded by evergreens that offered a haven for cardinals and jays, robins and finches. No matter the season birds flew from tree limbs to feed on seed and suet put out by too many widows […]
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Plain Girl Pretty Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city after high school. She worked nights in a shanty diner next to a bar where working men gathered. Depending on how much the men had to drink Rose looked appealing but she ignored […]
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Overpass In the gravel hole slumbering in cold fatigue open and open is tomorrow never arriving. But pale and pasty sickness in my mirror is all I see when I look at my changing body, changing again to form a great wonder. Weak as a broken limb, my mind is empty of inspiration and I am drifting with this […]
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