Malnourished mild noon-time breeze, the sunrise clang the bells for ideal men to get to work. (shrug the dust off your shoulders) a poet embraces time by carefully walking a mile. thoughts of her rush in again.. like photography, your image is embroidered on my mind, every junction and corner reminds me of your skinless flesh; a cellophane on dried […]
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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 […]
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Holocaust Redux They’ll be coming for us, the old lady told the young man next to her, the two of them sitting on stones under the bridge surrounded by trolls sworn to protect them. Victors come for those who fight and oppose them, the old lady told the young man, now almost in tears, his hands ripping his hair. They came for […]
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Summer as a Friend At the lake house, the soft moonlight on the pines I fall asleep like an open window. I can hear the waves lapping, the crickets, and the cool wind in the trees like summer outside visits me when I feel alone in my dreams.
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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 different! Cries out the wistful cores Life out here is scarcer But at peace. The Darkness is not always […]
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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 […]
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A fetching fiddler on the concert stage methodically resuscitating Brahms! His strident score was silent on the page before her music ear informed her arms with measures that would let him breathe once more. With the symphonic members of her crew she helped to make his C adventure roar. She looked at the conductor for her cue from time to […]
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The Fuse I was hungover, boiling water. the coffee smelled intense as trees falling when I burst the foil, and specked my daylight and made me wrinkle my nose like a rabbit unburrowed in the sand. it was good. I was feeling the cold on my feet, bare and enjoying it. and outside the day was heading […]
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WILL YOU BE HERE? When swollen Sun burns red the sky, Will you be salty basin dry? When Moon is just a distant speck, Will you no longer coastlines wreck? When Venus orbits sun no more, Will you, like Mars, be endless shore? When comet last has Sunward plunged, Will you be memory expunged? When you […]
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HERE (By Melissa R. Mendelson) There is no other place that I would ever consider home but here, and here is a world far from perfect. We are still divided. Our emotions rage on from issues in our life and issues here that affect us. We still struggle to stand. My heart cannot bear to hold the news because […]
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