Poem – After the Snowstorm (By Danny P. Barbare)

After the Snowstorm On a sunny day I see Nandina berries plump and red that were once covered with snow.
Read moreAfter the Snowstorm On a sunny day I see Nandina berries plump and red that were once covered with snow.
Read moreTHE ESTHETICS OF SELF Against the horizon, you must always consider three skies: the one you see, the one you think about, and the one that’s really there. Our illusions falter on an edge we prefer to imagine, a definition beyond sight. But the eye has no horizon, the mind no extension beyond itself. […]
Read morePlight The house of Saman and Shayan was located on a three-part street; the houses with yard were in the first part, corporate houses were in the middle and in the end there were the garrison and a military training area. Shayan until was a soldier, with military uniforms and carrying weapons was standing guard in front of the garrison […]
Read moreFrom the Alcove As I peep through my window From the alcove, A theater starts its never ending show From dawn to dusk Of street goers, Pedestrians heading towards their work, Some striding some slithering unwillingly, Now a street urchin, bare feet strolls Scavenging for a trinket or food, Women of all ages walking In the sweltering heat of summer […]
Read moreBlack and White . When yesterday wore the colour of water, we thought love is a tyrant treading homes, and scattering children. . But the water surface is black and white, such that we may see through and not from. Now we know better . For even today is no different, for history is an unrepentant repeater, retaking the same […]
Read moreFALL TONES (By Joseph Cavera) A young lad awakes to cold on Sunday Stirring slowly, quakes to life his way His covers like lovers unravel above Another of is brothers leaving a shove He sees the light peak through his door It glistens through the glass o’er The window that sits by Reflecting and resonating with Images of […]
Read moreAspirations gone, little remains. Daily routine the dwindling hope things will get better. Aging, illness, terrorism, tainting tomorrows, another vessel lost on uncharted seas. Author Bio: ‘Temporal Dreams’ is an unpublished poetry collection that reveals our preoccupation with material things, sometimes to excess. Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director, and as […]
Read moreStrangers 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 I’d talk to her. “What’s the play about,” she asked, before I knelt on down beside her to explain, ‘The […]
Read moreThe Closing Stage I’m afraid the end-time is near See the maddening impunity of depraved heads The mediocre misfit manning our stolen mandate – The perfidious president, the gluttonous governors, The crooked councillors, the law-breaker law-makers: All self-seeking merchants of loot! See the opportunistic stratocrats Patriotically riding on the civilians’ profligacy I’m afraid the end-time is near See the jagged […]
Read moreShining – By Nicolo Santilli the light sends us a message and we are the message where we are bright enough to speak in the clarity of our being and those who see us clearly see themselves growing alive in vision ~
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