Poem – MEET THE MADNESS (By John Grey)

  MEET THE MADNESS   A Providence twilight, late November, every man and woman dressed in gray, sliding in and out of panels or emerging from dark recesses, all faces plain, hair drab, eyes shut, tongues muted, and there, high up in the skyscrapers, mouths in windows pause mid-shriek, as, down by the riverside, water rats crack on scattered bones […]

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Poem – By Simon Perchik

  This shallow dish dead center though its glass is commonplace shimmering into mist   –it’s not the usual birth or that fragrance still moist from the womb, reaching out   to be born in the open –you cool this tea the way every breath   divides in half then half again and again till all that’s left is snow […]

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