FOR MEDICINAL USE ONLY When Medici once ruled the roost, To Renaissance they gave a boost In Florence, town of Tuscany, By prompting minds to wander free. To God no longer gave their vow, But Greeks and Romans lured them now. Upon their pedestals, the saints By art and science were replaced. Giovanni, patriarch began […]
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Dreams Always (For Paul Walker) – By Melissa R. Mendelson We drift along dreams across the silver screen, and we laugh. And we love, dreaming of falling deep into the arms of the one, who steals our breath away. Gorgeous is a word said often, but I dig deeper. And I find a heart of gold riveting in passion, and […]
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Earthquake What happened? There was a fault. What’s a fault? It’s when one piece of the earth juts above another. Why does that happen? Because the explosion down below Goes on forever. But was that fault anybody’s? It was the earth’s; it’s beyond us. The seething energy-city, ever greedy to accelerate. Did its makers long to sharpen that fault, […]
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MY COUNTRY SIDE {Where old misty mountains adorn the sphere competing with the sky in height and glory and boisterous antelope’s race and hide behind the shrubs from *ogún’s intrusion} ~Akeredolu Tope My country side Where unruly old vultures scavenge on hot excrement Threatening even the carriers Of the meal, the happy children Pouring out yesterday’s fill My country […]
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WINTER IN A FACTORY TOWN It’s the winter before winter. And the winter after winter. Everything’s stripped bare. The winds bluster like politicians. Only with cold air, not hot. Month after month, eyes can only stare, lips are too frozen to speak. The birds have flown south and are staying there. Just like senior management, except the top […]
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It falls on me like a net, chainmail over my shoulders, wanting to kiss its satin cousin. I raise fists and switchblade claws but there’s no piercing through. Bubbles like swollen screams race up like flags. Like flares marking I was once here. Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she […]
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On the Death of Dada Face your fate, old friend. The Cabaret Voltaire’s been closed. The movement’s at its end, but I suppose That those of us who live In the snakepit’s writhing dance Have learned, through you, to give Our poetry a second chance. Shall we dance? I know you died before My birth; it was a quarter […]
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BANG FOR THE BUCK (http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/extinction_causes; http://en.wikipedia.org/Wilkes_Land_crater; http://www.endangeredspeciesinternational.org/overview.html; http://researchnews.osu.edu/archive/erthboom.htm; http://tulane.edu/~sanelson/Natural_Disasters/impact.htm) There’ve been five big ones that we know That dealt a cataclysmic blow To life existing on the earth And one to which the moon gave birth. It’s speculated early two Occurred when earth grew hot then cooled So melting, freezing glacial mass Caused ocean level changes vast. […]
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Limits You promised in front of a priest to love, honor, cherish. Then you started gambling, When you lost you started drinking. The more you lost, the more you drank. You came home drunk, yelled and cursed at me. I had to help you to bed, but you hit me. Then you started beating me. I […]
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Remembering (for Eduardo Galeano) – By Mankh “I’m a writer obsessed with remembering…” – Eduardo Galeano Having heard them before, sometimes when they are nowhere to be seen i hear geese calling. Is this, Eduardo, how you were obsessed with remembering? Once touched by something that commands eyes skyward, heart shifting its pumping, the feet stopping in their tracks […]
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