Poetry
Poem – SEA CHANGE? (By Ray Gallucci)
SEA CHANGE? We typically live not a century here. And most of us travel less farther than near. It’s said, “Change is good,” though just few travel far, But see such variety – Fortunate are! So what of the many ...
Poem – Cold Water Raining between Them (By Donal Mahoney)
Cold Water Raining between Them Annie has a nice washing machine now but she remembers the one her mother had with the wringer, the old-fashioned kind. Her mother took in washing and when the washing machine would break Annie would become ...
Poem – Transactions (By Gary Beck)
Transactions Tourists stream through Bryant Park intent on destinations cultural, culinary, diverse entertainment, mostly shopping, acquiring goods too costly at home, pursuit of a bargain once a typical quest of Americans abroad. Now prosperous foreigners rummage our land as we ...
Poem – Faces (By Fabrice B. Poussin)
Faces So many faces yesterday, a blur on the canvas of a life; one in deep, seemingly sad thought; fast moving in and out of existences they will never encounter. A mustache sticks on top of a long blond beard ...
Poem – Somnambulant Webs (By Cynthia Sharp)
To the love I was abducted away from, a satellite to my being, the raven trickster who elevated everyone to laughter from deep within, soaking in the sun that surrounded you – Time lapses in your absence – a stencil ...
Poem – Missing Feeding of the Birds (By Michael Lee Johnson)
Missing Feeding of the Birds (V3) By Michael Lee Johnson Keeping my daily journal diary short these sweet bird sounds lost- reviews January through March. Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows. Skinny naked bones sparrows these ...
Poem – SHORTBREAD KINGS (By Joseph Cavera)
SHORTBREAD KINGS (By Joseph Cavera) We are concerned not with the orders of man, as pasta boils, full processes are arranged as dinner plans. This Bread we courier from our grills, needs, MORE spice! and things.. We are the ShortBread ...
Poem – LIFE, A HOBBY (By Joseph Cavera)
LIFE, A HOBBY (By Joseph Cavera) Let it never be said that each of us would be better off without a hobby. A small side directive of which to begin, where new aspects of life await, waiting to be mapped ...
Poem – Revue (By Rony Nair)
There’s the varnish. the wall. the tinder of grey, that give off the stench, of a world trying; in the pontificate. the joke, the stretch. Monotones; That wonder whether to accost, Accede. An unfamiliar rotundity next to a soon to ...
Poem – Imblance (By Gary Beck)
Imbalance Disadvantaged, a common word in America, used to dismiss millions from opportunity, and as they succumb to idleness, crime, waste, many might have been contributors of worth to a declining society slowly being strangled by the privileged ...
