Poem – WOBBLEDEHOY (By Ray Gallucci)

  WOBBLEDEHOY* {Bolide impact at the K-T [Cretaceous-Tertiary]boundary. There is widespread belief that bolide impact wasthe major killing mechanism at the K-T boundary [that reputedly killed thedinosaurs].  The GTME [Gravity Theory of Mass Extinction] asserts that it was not and that the impact was an indirect result ofthe primarily longitudinal movement of the continental tectonic plates asPangea broke apart, [inducing] … […]

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Poem – TRICK OR TREAT? (By Ray Gallucci)

  TRICK OR TREAT?   “Good Christians” warn that Halloween’s A festival of Satan, When nothing’s standing in between Your soul and its damnation.   For centuries, they witches burned With little provocation. Eternal fire claimed they’d earned. For mercy — strangulation!   The Inquisition paid you well For friend’s denunciation, Provided friend was rich as hell For Church’s confiscation. […]

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Poem – QUESTIONABLE CHOICE (By Ray Gallucci)

  QUESTIONABLE CHOICE   Gathered at the water hole Primates lacking hair. Cover selves from neck to toe Lest reveal what’s there.   Feeding till they’re satisfied, Drinking till they’re full. Elders showing sagging hides From the planet’s pull.   Try imagining these apes “Masters of the Earth,” Guzzling down fermented grapes, Adding to their girth.   Evolution must have […]

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Poem – 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 […]

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Poem – Respitoration (By David Russell)

Respitoration   Can there still be irrigation Now the stem’s closed, dry? Can there still be imagination – When the bottom’s gone awry – When everyone can see Through every ancient icon?   In spite of everything, maybe – When light floods all opacity,   As every block of granite, Basalt, obsidian Melts into a stained-glass window;   When experience […]

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Poem – Bob’s Terminal Bay (By Frank De Canio)

Bob’s Terminal Bay   Wracked by cancer, Bob Marley told his friend, “It’s not me, Camille.” No, it’s never me when self-determination’s at an end. For, navigating pain, you cannot see but knots ahead. And you’re preoccupied with hoisting sails against prevailing winds. Bravado in your weary crew has died. A glance into the water shows the fins of sharks […]

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