Poetry

Word Bubbles Travel with me a moment into a place where our thoughts become action.  Yes, this sounds like the introduction to a 60s science fiction series.  Pardon me. There are some ideas I wish to keep secret.  They are ...

THE LOVE BUSINESS (By Joseph Cavera) It’s never simple, This business you, you know Be it fading ripples Ebb and flow The rises and falls never cease To come, and go And yet…we persist We press on with what we ...

EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera) Soon I’ll See Another Red Hand, Pulling Known Entities Nearer And Nearer, Even Kings Pray “Halt” ‘Round Sinister Inhuman Slaughter… ...

Age Has Curtains An incident in youth never meant to happen recorded on a pad to be read  another time  is found  decades later in a drawer of socks by the writer  who is then on the precipice of age ...

Do not sneer at this poem Call me a bard of doom But do not sneer at this poem: The searing sun tickled the ribs of the sky it all stared, yes, that tragedy began with a safe smile squirting ...

Insomnia The house sleeps, but I am awake, tiptoeing back through my day. So many pieces left lying about, I want to fix them all. They're too distant though, just beyond my fingertips, yet, squarely between me and my dreams ...

All I need is a drop of dew and the shade of cherry tree to think to think a lovely thought ...

Same Preparation Lord feels like I am caught in a trap Just there for somebody to see Lusting I know is wrong I do not want somebody to see All I see in them Your great sons and great daughters ...

Swig   How many people live their lives balanced on cups of caffeine or, like my recently deceased uncle, fill their trailer lives with brown bottles, windows hazed over with cigarette smoking, deciding it too difficult to rise from the ...

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 ...