Poetry

ON PORPOISE Am I watching the dolphins Or are they watching me, Somersaulting on backfins, While I swim clumsily? At the junction of our worlds Where the land meets the sea, Somewhat shallow for their twirls, I can stand awkwardly ...

Victor’s Deli has tables to enjoy your breakfast or lunch. There is always a line for the scrumptious food. Victor’s wife owns the business and keeps the name even though they are divorced. For a while a delivery man used ...

Sweeping the Temple with a Straw Broom - By Mankh   1 Dazzled by the pageantry and bright lights some lost their names having given them to God but the Nameless One had no use for them— that’s why the ...

Part II Let calcium lines be shaved of moss and other growth be centered, Re-score the patterns. All who change and slither shall live; those who clinch all roots shall perish. Wilful ignoring and retraction is a key to survival ...

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 ...

Mid-Life So much happened; So much didn’t – So nice to remember; So painful to recall Now nothing is all, The power to recall Is an anaesthetic – Past strength Is pathetic. In the middle, What’s kept still here What ...

VERMILLION SPACE (By Joseph Cavera) Think of all the ways we do The things that run all our days through At that clever standing pace Fly up this world’s human race I’d sooner see black comets pass Than the fall ...

There is something deeply suffocating about life today in the prosperous west. Bourgeoisification, the suburbanisation of the soul, proceeds at an unnerving pace. Tyranny becomes docile and subservient, and soft totalitarianism prevails, as obsequious as a wine waiter. Nothing is ...

■ 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 ...

AWAKENING (By Nicolo Santilli) there are realms of beauty   which can only be approached by dark paths     and their glow is the brightness   of darkness and suffering     awakening into light ...