Poem – I Feel You (By Robert Beveridge)
I Feel You inside me curled ready to spring you feign sleep rest at the base of my skull await stray lustful thoughts of you, devour them, reach down constrict my lungs with your presence
Read moreI Feel You inside me curled ready to spring you feign sleep rest at the base of my skull await stray lustful thoughts of you, devour them, reach down constrict my lungs with your presence
Read moreDOPPLER DELIGHT – By John Zedolik The Doppler effect drags away the angry horn that melts like unattended ice cream on an August day in an unnoticed street drain and the careless eater’s fingers have found protection in napkins guarding against the sticky-sweet that might cling to exposed skin and require a washing if said consumer even cares, since it […]
Read morePENULTIMATE for David Ferry (July, 21, 2015) At 91, David tells me that he is nearly finished with his Aeneid translation and that he has started his next book which he has tentatively called Underworld, and he is already three poems in, and when the Aeneid goes to press he’ll focus more on this newest book, but not […]
Read moreINTO THE SEA (By Nicolo Santilli) send love and prayers into dreams as into a surrounding sea with many shores and harbors that receive
Read moreVampires only live in legends, but the thirst to be eternal burns deep in heart as cities ignite with humanity crashing through, and the sun sets on another day of history. And I desire to see beyond another tomorrow and live what you dream, destroy what you fear, and hold this world in hands of eternity.
Read moreRenewal Spring is a sensory eruption, delighting in its awakening those starved by winter starkness. Magnolias briefly bloom dazzling the eyes with elegant beauty, intoxicating the nose with nature’s finest scent, never duplicated in contrived laboratories. Forsythia bright cheer leader urging on iris, daffodil, hyacinth, to enthrall with the palette of seasonal colors enriching those who look. Gary […]
Read moreHey you Yeah you I heard your conversation You’re leaving us? Yeah, well just know one thing This isn’t such a sweet little town Oh, believe me, it’s not a sweet little town This town has some crazy shit going on Would you believe me if I told you– Wait, you’re not going to believe me Come on, look at […]
Read moreHe is not from the arid or barren foreign lands His faded-green-coat, hooded sweater, his dog-tag, his canteen, and his metal cup on a green worn out blanket, all tell me, he is one of our bravest men who proudly has served his country. He is a veteran of the wars in the land of power and plenty. He […]
Read moreVivaldi in Love (By John Biscello) Spring. tender bud raising gravity in the center of a palm. Summer. drawn and quartered shafts of light mouthing the sea. Fall. fetal leaves curling in on themselves— inversion banking on faith. Winter. hospitable conjoinment of bare limbs relishing arson and lace. Originally from Brooklyn, NY, author, poet and […]
Read moreThe Silver Store The store with an appearance viewed as “full of dust” is brushed aside by the sign that says “Free of Rust.” Its products have been free of scratches and fingerprint smudges, which the lines of ants haven’t made. They are clean enough to act as mirrors and containers for the sun’s heat. These […]
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