At the Gazebo in Winter Under the gazebo, a shade of gray I can hear and see the lake lapping, just beyond the pines. Unlike winter, the empty campsites and hardwood trees I have my art called poetry. [su_danny_p_barbare]
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you didn’t give a f**k for anything’ except love’ and art. it was the precipice that kept it sane’ kept it afloat even as you slid further and further away in real life and newly rediscovered sanctimony. even as we lay side by side and the workers could glimpse us as they worked the neighboring flat. It sits […]
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OUT OF TEARS In a world of deaf people No one hears her cry Or even her scream for attention The abandoned beautiful girl In the paradise of carnivorous men Ravaged for times she has lost count And her sweet mother is unaware That her only teenager is not just a woman But has been used to menopause In a […]
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sparks – By Nicolo Santilli peek into a distant world where the light is brighter so that some of its light spills through the opening for it lies buried as a potential in this world like a clear spark to ignite the particular this world wants to breathe fully […]
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House for Sale in Shady Acres The question isn’t why your little world is suddenly going to hell. The question is what can you do about the black couple touring the house on your block where the sign just went up day before yesterday. The neighbors are calling and everyone’s asking what can be done before they buy it. Old Smitty is barely cold in […]
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A Break In The System A dangerous man once said, “If it’s not perfect, then break it,” and he broke the system. Lines in the sand became gaping chasms, and voices that once rung the bell of change have shattered against a wall of benightedness. And we quake from the aftermath of his words, begging for not a lamb […]
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DROWNING next year, when cavalries of storms shall come riding like the flood of noah & the earth convulses torrents on the passage of breaths i shall not swim with fishes or mermaids but savor the utility in the ploys of death: the sweet business of drowning Author Bio: Ajise Vincent is an Economist and Social researcher […]
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AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera) Cracks fault my indigo hand Post “D” I must not land This bastard child, what is it worth? My dark offspring in two past six Is it immoral that a lad give birth? A grand graphic scratch I wish I could nix Arid sands form a cloud in my brain As I […]
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Crossing the Red Line (triptychon III) 1. On the Map On the map: The red line of the lignite opencast mine, an absurdly long compound noun for an absurd, behind the times mega project. What can be found, here and now, this side and that side of the red line? I experience it by bike. 2. That […]
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We’re going dancing, my wife and I, to a Charity Ball high in the sky where Glenn Miller’s band has been playing since 1944, the year his plane got lost over the English Channel. No wreckage was ever found, not a single body. Glenn Miller was going to France to play for American troops during World War II. Government records say he’s still “missing in action.” Maybe so, […]
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