Poem – Surf Vibes (By Mary Bone)
Surf Vibes I was having surf vibes on my surf board. Trying to catch a wave. The pristine, ultra white beaches against the sea was enough to take my breath away.
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Poem – Antarctic Depths (By David Russell)
Antarctic Depths An ice-roofed stratosphere, clear liquid space And nerve-legged spiders Crack fans of anchor ice To mend all seals Here it is coddled by the final killer, Will it be toppled by comfort’s rays?
Read morePoem – Magic (By Joshua Medsker)
Magic and in concert with you replenish as I dip I was walking through Chinatown the other day, down by the Bowery, and I stopped on a corner, at Avenue of the Strongest. I saw an espresso bar across the street. As I was contemplating what drink to get, it hit me upside the head. I stood there, mouth probably […]
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The Artwork of David Russell
Poem – Daily Paper on the Lawn (By Donal Mahoney)
Daily Paper on the Lawn An hour before dawn the paper is out on the lawn white in the moonlight a trumpet dozing after a long night in a jazz bar tired from playing but willing to play a last set for me not knowing I read only sports and the obits two riffs in the paper anyone can believe Author Bio: Donal Mahoney lives […]
Read morePoem – Night Song (By Akor Emmanuel Oche)
Night Song silence sings a silent song silently, this monody from the diaphragm of mockingbirds, breaking every wondering In her synchronized tune; a wail here, a brawl there, then a chirp. birds whistle, -at night, birds sing, so does mother. she tunes a wail for each new burden, she never opted for this. papa, you lied. true lovers don’t die […]
Read morePoem – PHANTOM-CIZING (By Ray Gallucci)
PHANTOM-CIZING (A poetic tribute to the original story by Gaston Leroux, prompted by seeing Andrew Lloyd-Webber’s Phantom of the Opera) His name is Erik, Though few who know This name by which Opera Phantom goes. Not burned by acid Or scorched by flame, His face cadaverous Born in shame. For years he traveled, A circus freak […]
Read morePoem – KING (By John Stanizzi)
KING B.B. King, Bushnell Auditorium, Hartford, CT B.B. King wasn’t through one song when I became possessed and was torn from my seat, Ernie imploring me, No! No! John! John! But he was too late. I was on the stage, the first one up and followed by a crowd, all pumped up because we were breaking rules. […]
Read morePoem – WE IV (By Ajise Vincent)
WE IV we too have drank from the gourd of hate, that goblet filled with throes & gore. we too have been flogged by the r(age) of the storm, drowned in the waters of our cowardice, slammed with suspensions & ailment. we too are plaited with figments of delight like the quantum phantom of lightening, we illume, we overcome, […]
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