Poetry
Poem – The Highway Child (By John A Brennan)
Dear Jimi, I had the honor of meeting you in London in January 1969. I worked as a set carpenter at the BBC recording studios West London. You were there to record some of your “BBC Sessions” tracks. I was ...
Poem – STILL HAUNTED (DALLAS ‘99) (By Ray Gallucci)
STILL HAUNTED (DALLAS ‘99) The cheering crowd three dozen years Ago’s no longer there, But, as I watch, their ghosts appear And toward the limo stare. A sunny noon in late November Nineteen sixty-three; A lady dressed in pink remembered ...
Poem – Once this bedroom door is closed… (By Simon Perchik)
Once this bedroom door is closed the rug deals in flowers, its dark scent reaching up where your eyes expect sunlight and miles away the heady whiff from a firefly --already she's naked the woman you just this minute inhaled, ...
Poem – The Snowman (By Marieta Maglas)
The snowman doesn’t know why the reasons are balanced perfectly by feelings. He was dealing last week with a snowstorm wondering how many snowflakes could fall. The snowman thinks of the pure joy of being alive. Now, the rain comes ...
Poem – Finding a Traveling Partner (By David Hernandez)
Finding a Traveling Partner Two suitcases with wheels, packed with clothes needed for a week, rolled through the driveway, enter my RV class B. Before the key starts the ignition, I make sure to not forget my travelling accessories. In ...
Poem – A Muffled Voice (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
■ A Muffled Voice This rabbit hole seems a farcical dream. No, I blink, aware ...and awake. A pen at the ready, it's my turn to vote. This ballot, such a curious mistake. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives ...
Poem – It’s Snowing in Manila (By Karlo Sevilla)
It's Snowing in Manila "The snow is always falling in 'Fargo,' cloaking the world in metaphysical confusion." - Jessica Zafra The militant chided the child for singing "White Christmas" when the longest Christmas season isn't white, in the absence of snow in these parts ...
Poem – A Wink (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
A grey, blustery day And the sun breaks through More of a wink than a smile Reminding me To savor such moments For much is fleeting And often passes Unnoticed In the busy-ness of days Where we are pushed ever ...
Poem – Sponging Up Succor (By Frank De Canio)
Sponging Up Succor I’m suffering through vinegary days, as if I’m Jesus at His Calvary. Arrested from my customary ways by modern versions of its harsh decree, I bend beneath the burden of my cross. Recalling laurels in Jerusalem, I’m ...
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, ...
