Poetry
Poem – DISTURBING THE PEACE (By Ray Gallucci)
DISTURBING THE PEACE (see “Velikovsky's Ghost Returns - The Electric Universe,” by Michael Goodspeed [http://www.soulsofdistortion.nl/e_universe1.html]) Amazing how little we know Of history from so long ago Regarding our planets and sun And how what we’ve now had begun. Accepted is ...
Poem – CITY DAYS (By Joseph Cavera)
CITY DAYS (By Joseph Cavera) Tall, tin, and seemingly endless But if viewed from the top It appears quite bottomless- Lights are as myriad as the stars All lie on seemingly innumerable bars, Story after story Tale after Tale, And ...
Poem – Redemption Afar (By Wafula p’Khisa)
Those who sent their men to war Still wait, forever wait Their return at full moon. Those whose men returned long ago Still wait, forever wait To be issued their fortune. We hoped amidst the struggle Our blood shall dry ...
Poem – THE MAN WHO ATE HIS BOOTS (By Peter Taylor)
THE MAN WHO ATE HIS BOOTS I remember now. Air so still you could hear it breathing through the frozen shrouds, the crack of floes caressing hulls as if ships could talk to each other. Men slept fully clothed, ...
Poem – Respitoration (By David Russell)
Respitoration Can there still be irrigation Now the stem’s closed, dry? Can there still be imagination – When the bottom’s gone awry – When everyone can see Through every ancient icon? In spite of everything, maybe – When light floods ...
Poem – At A Party (By Robert Ronnow)
At a Party I spoke with two people at the party Saturday. A young police officer, short-haired, fit, chiseled face who had two young children. He felt constrained by the law, without discretion to question mopes (perps) aggressively or to ...
Poem – Aversion (By Ray Gallucci)
AVERSION No rhythm, rhyme? That’s such a crime! Just passing prose Does not compose A poem. For such Needs structured touch For it to be Called poetry. To me, free verse Is just a curse Of laziness That’s patternless. For all ...
Poem – WINTER, A LOVE STORY (By John Biscello)
WINTER, A LOVE STORY (By John Biscello) Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands that enclose me, a robust crush, ...
Poem – Martha and Mel Wait for the Elevator (By Donal Mahoney)
I died from a rattlesnake bite and found myself in line with other zombies in front of a bank of elevators, the doors opening and closing as if by metronome. Every time a door opened a voice called the names of 12 zombies who ...
