Poetry
Poem – Early to Rise (By David Russell)
Early to Rise In vigour, he did the splits in freedom In free vigour, he did the splits Freely, he did the splits in vigour, With vigour, he did the splits freely Vigorously, he did the free splits – He ...
Poem – WE IV (By Ajise Vincent)
■ WE IV we too have drank from the gourd of hate, that goblet filled with throes & gore. we too have been flogged by the r(age) of the storm, drowned in the waters of our cowardice, slammed with ...
Poem – LET’S GO FLY A KITE (By Narges)
Let’s go fly the kite - By Narges Friend, gather the broken frame Change the eroded parts Attach the needed new pieces Allow new glue to dry Apply a fresh coat of color to frame Choose a vibrant shade for ...
Poem – Rethinking Things (By Gil Hoy)
Rethinking Things - By Gil Hoy I should have married a computer with high-speed internet at an early age. I wouldn’t have needed so much school. Just search for “Most useful info” and read on for four years. Grad school? ...
Poem – Nocturne (By David Russell)
Nocturne Small specks at night Made light of all our thoughts Which grew, in wonder, And burned the flesh that knew them And found the first thoughts, the controlled desires, the boxed fires the thrusting shields. And spoke behind the ...
Poem – Prophylactic Measures (By Frank De Canio)
Prophylactic Measures Like any doctor versed in patient care, the campus carry, gun rights advocate had listened to the PhD’s despair. For students now bear guns, while poised to get an education in philosophy. She heard with empathy the gal’s ...
Poem – The Highway Child (By John A Brennan)
Dear Jimi, I had the honor of meeting you in London in January 1969. I worked as a set carpenter at the BBC recording studios West London. You were there to record some of your “BBC Sessions” tracks. I was ...
Poem – STILL HAUNTED (DALLAS ‘99) (By Ray Gallucci)
STILL HAUNTED (DALLAS ‘99) The cheering crowd three dozen years Ago’s no longer there, But, as I watch, their ghosts appear And toward the limo stare. A sunny noon in late November Nineteen sixty-three; A lady dressed in pink remembered ...
Poem – Once this bedroom door is closed… (By Simon Perchik)
Once this bedroom door is closed the rug deals in flowers, its dark scent reaching up where your eyes expect sunlight and miles away the heady whiff from a firefly --already she's naked the woman you just this minute inhaled, ...
Poem – The Snowman (By Marieta Maglas)
The snowman doesn’t know why the reasons are balanced perfectly by feelings. He was dealing last week with a snowstorm wondering how many snowflakes could fall. The snowman thinks of the pure joy of being alive. Now, the rain comes ...
