Vivaldi 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 […]
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Salt and Pepper White privilege it’s called and recently I learned its name although I’ve been white as a sheet for decades. Like breathing and eating I take white privilege for granted. I push a cart through a megastore in bib overalls and no one follows me and when I hail a cab in a snow storm, it picks me up. My freckles may be a stop sign. Not so […]
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My Awkuzu Mistake Maybe it’d been a perfect end That time we shared at Awkuzu On crumpled cotton bedsheets— Testimony of what we called love Or maybe we should’ve just ended it That infamous night in February You confessed I was not the only one And yet you called it love That was not the only lie […]
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LOST (By Joseph Cavera) when the wist of man to see the brightest days and nights the flares and roses that flame free humanity looks to these sights the ages and ages that lay within universe and space which is all the eternal burning, longevic din lights ephermally, bring the stall of life and sight to eyes that seek […]
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Electro-Magnetic Love She said – you are my current, my three-pointed plug Yet I am the wound flex; the wiring behind the walls is mine – When I say ‘Halt!’ go no further; the wiring is dislocated from you The very suggestion of a movement of current, a sense of desirability Is itself physical. You place shields […]
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Blue Collar Blues (musings of an Army Veteran) Before you start pointing fingers at me you first should start to walk in cut-rate shoes. When they’re too tight for comfort you would see they cause a lot of pain. I doubt you’d choose to navigate in clogs that blister feet. Perhaps you had a better pair to wear or […]
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The Date There is no souls or solos any mileage from here and the breath of the atmosphere is asinine lost in the blurry of nature like an artistic totem behind pencils. It’s just you and me opposite the encirclement of this dining… Dear dame, we won’t wrap our lips into whispers of love or anything that sails above, of […]
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Metaphor I could not tell if I really saw you -you where dressed in such a comfortable suit. The yellow tie did you even You were dressed as words of a poem I pass by you like like I did not know you; I heard you speak and I saw you wave I got home and started pounding computer keys […]
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AROUND STILL (By Joseph Cavera) Walks and treads with no look back, His world under him, simply ground, Unconcerned with what it may lack, It is more opportunities, Waiting to be found …lying in wait, Still around
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BUMPING INTO THE SKY You think intolerance a white paste you can spread across the air. Day comes with a break between minutes, the red flash of the red-winged blackbird, a greeting from your I’noGo tied* slung not to your belt, but to your insides: If you say you cannot tell what is true and what is not true, you […]
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