Streets My bright pavements, you inspire my night you fed and frightened I dream about the cold down in the cracks between dark and light Anchorage nights crunching snow I was streamlined, nocturnal. Bold frost on dirty street signs And our memories, bold and shared, fraternal. I love your immortal grey, shine and cracks your shine fills my consciousness And […]
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Reflections First there was a God Bounded by no face, Faced by no bounds. Yet first there was a mirror (What first is first with no bounds clear?) The mirror drew the sun, Scored with its bounds the sky And drew the God a face – And drew the God to Man; So drawn, the God […]
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‘Misery Of Living’ On a first name basis at my hometown pharmacy Solace is an orange bottle that says I still have five refills remaining The same faceless people accompany me on the trolley I’ve witnessed the benefits of Christianity at the light of life but God is still a stranger All alone amongst the crowd people carry on like […]
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Mud Intimate I plunge my fingers in mud and sculpt a twig spine, line of dirt deep massage for all the hurt sluiced through river banks and muck. I tickle the cherry tree root so its limbs can feel a hand’s warmth, a glow that stimulates stone fruit. In that line I poke a stone, rounded rock of muddied […]
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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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Ink dries on my skin the way breath does on yours. You have lost the way to this parched strip of land and I have refused the silence required to get to yours. We are stranded, mud stained and moist with moss-green regret, a galaxy of hesitations apart. Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who […]
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INTO THE SEA (By Nicolo Santilli) send love and prayers into dreams as into a surrounding sea with many shores and harbors that receive
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Full Moo It sure is a full moo tonight winked the farmer to the cow, squeezing each teat gently firmly, into the pail.
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Prevent The Fallen Hero (to those who risk their lives daily for us) Everyday as they get ready for work, they push aside the possibility that they may not make it home. Everyday as they walk out that door, they try to reassure their family that they will be coming home. When they put on that vest, they pray […]
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From 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 […]
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