Poetry
Poem – Revue (By Rony Nair)
There’s the varnish. the wall. the tinder of grey, that give off the stench, of a world trying; in the pontificate. the joke, the stretch. Monotones; That wonder whether to accost, Accede. An unfamiliar rotundity next to a soon to ...
Poem – MONUMENTS (By Herb Siegel)
MONUMENTS - By Herb Siegel Generals sit erect while marble horses rear high, fallen comrades lie etched beneath. Presidents in chiseled rocks, bodiless soldiers entombed wrapped daily in a wreath. Obelisks’ soar marking feats of heroism, granite arches harbor battles ...
Poem – fading scars are fading (By Robert Beveridge)
fading scars are fading Twenty-five years ago I unloaded a truckful of books. I'd done it a hundred times. Seventy-pound boxes into the back of the store, ten, twenty, before the bolt that jutted from the door handle caught my ...
Poem – Progress II (By Gary Beck)
Progress II I think of all the people killed in automobile accidents, can only guess at the numbers millions in America… How many in the rest of the world? Drunk drivers, careless drivers, speeders, lane changers, and the idiots on ...
Poem – THE LOVE BUSINESS (By Joseph Cavera)
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 ...
Poem – Growth Before Buildings (By David Russell)
Growth Before Buildings Wood piles beneath the shallow permanent stone Firm feet upon the yielding bog Let water in – the wood’s grain will prevail through its lines Let water out – white softness will grow to draw things down ...
Poem – House for Sale in Shady Acres (By Donal Mahoney)
House for Sale in Shady Acres The question isn’t why your little world is suddenly going to hell. The question is what can you do about the black couple touring the house on your block where the sign just went up day before yesterday ...
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 – WAITING FOR SPRING (By Robert Trabold)
WAITING FOR SPRING (By Robert Trabold) I so wanted to go to the seashore today – was a a long winter. Wind at the shore was sharp but not bitter cold as in recent weeks. Sun was out friendly. Dunes ...
Poem – Corpus Christi (By Milenko Zupanovic)
CORPUS CHRISTI Author: Milenko Zupanovic Ostensorium in a procession of almost the entire city, it leads to the statue of the saint on the hill, relics returned to the church a stranger, only in a white slept next to the ...
