Poetry
Poem – The Retired Artist (By John Grey)
THE RETIRED ARTIST Such a relief to shut down my temples. I'm just a roof, some columns, an auditorium deep but empty. And, if you're keeping score, I forgo the easel, the baton, and all that writing across time. If ...
Poem – Do Not Sneer At This Poem (By Agbaakin O. Jeremiah)
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 ...
Poem – Salt and Pepper (By Donal Mahoney)
■ Salt and Pepper White privilege it’s called and recently I learned its name although I’ve been white as a sheet for decades. Like breathing and eating I take white privilege for granted. I push a cart through a megastore in bib overalls and no one follows me and when ...
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 – Fifty Years Later (By Donal Mahoney)
Fifty years ago Jane got on a plane and flew away without saying good-bye. Her parents took her, I know. She was only 14 but she could have said good-bye to me, the swain who saw her through our last ...
Poem – The Horse’s Tale (By Ray Gallucci)
THE HORSE’S TALE (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trojan_Horse) The story of the Trojan Horse Owes little to Homeric source. Its mention in the Odyssey’s About as brief as brief can be. It took a Roman to explain (Descendence from the Trojans claim) The tale ...
Poem – Rocky the Raccoon (By Danny P. Barbare)
Rocky the Raccoon On a cold winter night the raccoon eats pecans under the tree. It keeps its distance or rather I keep mine. I can hear its sharp teeth grinding on the paper shell. Wild! It stops. So I ...
Poem – AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera)
AZURIST'S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera) Cracks fault my indigo hand Post “D” I must not land This bastard child, what is it worth? My dark offspring in two past six Is it immoral that a lad give birth? A ...
Poem – Strangers Waiting For 2 Different Trains (By Frank De Canio)
Strangers Waiting For 2 Different Trains We both spent hours waiting on the line for a ticket to Shakespeare in the Park. I saw her on the blades of grass, supine while I stood up behind her on a lark ...
Poem – DEAR SPIDER (By John Grey)
DEAR SPIDER - By John Grey Ants are more efficient at what they do than people. Weeds can grow just about anywhere. Animals kill to survive not for pleasure. And they collect no gewgaws besides. A homeless man sits on ...
