Poetry
Poem – TRINITY AFFINITY (By Ray Gallucci)
TRINITY AFFINITY “And the three men I admire most, The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, They caught the last train for the cost The day the music died.” (from Don McLean’s “American Pie”) The three men I admire ...
Poem – An Act of the Will (By Donal Mahoney)
An Act of the Will If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving whether one feels like it or not. After many years you don’t know why you’re doing it or why It ...
Poem – SEDUCTION IN SILICON (By Joseph Cavera)
SEDUCTION IN SILICON (By Joseph Cavera) Cerulean shines capture my eyes in curvaceous well-fashioned shapes the likes of which my dreams can only dream of, teetering along the lines of slipping into her artificial façade, her smooth hips and luscious ...
Poem – LUMINOUS MOON IN US (By Joseph Cavera)
LUMINOUS MOON IN US (By Joseph Cavera) Once erected, now dejected lies Earth in downcast flumes Breaking apart but not dissected, she spouts deluging plumes This rock, once a vast collection of life, waits at certain latitudes The organisms who ...
Poem – HAIKU’S END (By Joseph Cavera)
HAIKU'S END (By Joseph Cavera) We see it as death God’s reminder of our sin The Lord’s convictions ...
Poem – D-Dream (By Yuan Changming)
D-Dream When I was a dream child, I dreamed of all that was dreamable, including a remarkable ancestor in particular, whom I wished to have so that I could brag about to my playmates. However, as I grew older, I ...
Poem – A Bit of News Not Fake (By Donal Mahoney)
A Bit of News Not Fake An article in the paper reports something one doesn’t see happen in America very often. Eighty billionaires, millionaires and others close to that level in New York have written to their lawmakers ...
Poem – Twenty Signs (By Rony Nair)
"You swirl and take the strait past You swing those hips of yours Your eyes they hardly break a glimpse As you kiss with all you’ve got. You turn around to go one away Your hands they’re still on mine ...
Poem – At Last (By Michael H. Brownstein)
AT LAST The simple lies so easy not to tell, One hell of ice. A Hall of Fame for those not nice, The predator of life. One cannot hold a flame bare in their hands, But one can help blisters ...
Poem – WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN (By John Grey)
WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN It's the winter before winter. And the winter after winter. Everything’s stripped bare. The winds bluster like politicians. Only with cold air, not hot. Month after month, eyes can only stare, lips are too frozen ...
