CORPUS CHRISTI Author: Milenko Zupanovic Ostensorium in a procession of almost the entire city, it leads to the statue of the saint on the hill, relics returned to the church a stranger, only in a white slept next to the statue of the saint thorns stuck into his hand, blood trickled down by snow boards of the city, he […]
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“ONLITTLE CAT FEET”* Pussyfooting around the bush, Shoving not once beyond the push, Mincing words as semantic ploy’s Wanting hamburger, eating soy. Rather than a direct approach, We have Casper who’s milking toast, So afraid to communicate What exactly we like or hate. God forbid! We might give offense! Tell the truth, with B.S. dispense! Step […]
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CRIMEAN PUNISHMENT Apparently,once the gods had fumed Atgrowing decadence, they were doomed. Nolonger culture pre-eminent, Atlantisunder the sea was sent. Competingtheories have been put forth Ofancient civilization north Ofwhere the Black Sea has always lain Ononce quite fertile Crimean plain. Onefaction claims Plato had it right – Atlantisvanished in just one night Whenearthquake cracked geologic flaw Releasingdeluge […]
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Melody With delicate touch through the air, she penetrates in words the hearts of all; perfume and incense that hypnotizes, her being travels in time and space. With lines of enthralling pictures, flowers raise above the cotton rag, clouds float softly across an always blue; she sings life so quietly it reaches all worlds. She needs no […]
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An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble I found in Carrara and shipped to New York on the deck of a trawler. I offered the marble to a famous sculptor who told me he works in granite only so I grabbed his beret and one of his smocks […]
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RELEASE – By Roger Singer Strong pulses water my eyes as I fail under collapse of trying to control, to stand or sit. My feet, weak, pull at my legs, like gravity forcing the moon to fall. The grief backed up my breaths, choking the air within me like cold thick soup. I gasped to free […]
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DO-OVER (Inspired while watching “United 93,” the one flight that was prevented by its heroic passengers from fulfilling its mission of murder on September 11, 2001) If you could go back To one time and place, Stop accursed attack On the human race, Could you simply choose (Knowing what you know) Holocaust of Jews? Nine-eleven’s blow? […]
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To The One Who Desires To Be Me what life is left in me to be desired? me, the wayward wing of a brawny bluebird that lost its grip on the tiptop of a fruit tree fell flat on the heart of a wretched rock where rains washed all traces of its milky memories far far away i live on […]
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EASE – By John Zedolik Snow on the Moore. But the Reclining Figure, 1957, doesn’t care. After all it is only a mantle upon bronze, lounging there for halfway to a century and more, and has certainly experienced worse in those years of wavering weather and witnesses such as me who envy the unconcern that brings fortitude […]
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Donald Trump and Mother Teresa Time’s a jet plane when you’re young. You go to school get a good job marry someone nice and have a family if that’s your calling. Then the kids grow up and move out and things start falling apart even if you have a pension and many now won’t. Poor health sneaks in like a submarine and in […]
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