Poetry
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, ...
Poem – Reflections of Infinity (By Fern G. Z. Carr)
Reflections of Infinity - By Fern G. Z. Carr At opposing ends of a corridor, two mirrors confront each other in a contest of wills stubbornly flinging images into infinity – a cycle of reincarnation animating the essence of ...
Poem – Answering Machine (By Donal Mahoney)
■ Answering Machine My wife’s upset because I won’t answer the phone in the middle of the night even though the phone's on my side of the bed. And I say that’s because after all these years we ...
Poem – Renewal (By Gary Beck)
Renewal Spring is a sensory eruption, delighting in its awakening those starved by winter starkness. Magnolias briefly bloom dazzling the eyes with elegant beauty, intoxicating the nose with nature's finest scent, never duplicated in contrived laboratories. Forsythia bright cheer leader ...
Poem – OPHELIA’S BLUES (By John Biscello)
Ophelia’s Blues (By John Biscello) her sad sea-green dress, an epitaph, rippling quietly, as if in a dream. the small history of a fresh wraith, white fingers forever separating the bones from the silt. Originally from Brooklyn, NY, author, poet and ...
Poetry – THE HAUNTED GALLERY (By Henryk Baranski)
THE HAUNTED GALLERY The motion pictures gave life to those on screen Made them immortal forever looking and then acting and then talking into our eyes So much so that far from running back from the approaching train one reaches ...
Poem – Separate, but… (By Gary Beck)
Separate, but… The boss told me I did a good job and the extra hours I put in last week secured a big account. He couldn’t give me a raise because the economy was poor: ‘As soon as earnings pick ...
Poem – Adultery (By DS Maolalai)
Adultery I'd bang them out, wine-drunk and excited, and send them off to magazines. I had two lists; ones which liked me and ones I liked, and I'd fire them unedited like a shotgun scaring birds. each one 5 times ...
Poem – 27th HIGH WAY (By Ajise Vincent)
■ 27TH HIGH WAY tonight, cobblestones have eaten into the earth, the potholes are gone; tender voids, noxious like hollows of black holes. the congestion twirls & begins to evaporate like smoke. automobiles compete with winds. & the beggar ...
