Poetry
Poem – PAPERS FLUTTER (By John Tustin)
PAPERS FLUTTER Papers flutter Pears fall And fall All Fall In orchards Of near-death Where you Reside Hiding behind Trees and Piles of over- Ripe fruit Waiting for Snow blankets Waiting for No sun I feel you Your presence Your ...
Poem – Goodnight Sweet City Goodnight (By Mike Matter)
Goodnight Sweet City Goodnight by Mike Matter Goodnight sweet city, goodnight Hold your evening close by and ready the mid-morning-missed realization of sunrise Fly your noise through the heights of the rich and poor alike then scatter your ash over ...
Poem – January Binds The Days (By R.T. Castleberry)
Driving into a storm graying a cloud-mottled sky, mist climbs the building towers, umbrellas shudder below. A broken water line arcs an icy sidewalk, stoplights fail, freezing the intersections. The side street crosswalk cop spins and whistles, pauses cars as ...
Poem – Of Meringues and Mindsets (By A.J. Huffman)
Of Meringues and Mindsets My mother used to make lemon pies when somebody died. “Because my pies were beautiful, all fluffy and white,” she said as if it all made perfect sense. And I wondered at her logic. Was ...
Poem – DEAR JOHN (By Frank De Canio)
Dear John (the Sophie to Der Rosenkavalier) By Frank De Canio Just like the Marschallin had been resigned to cede her lover to the ingénue to whom his heart would later be inclined, so Marietta’s mistress bade adieu to her ...
Poem – HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN (PART I) (By Ray Gallucci)
HOW THE MIGHTY HAVE FALLEN (PART I) A shame to imagine how moon is just A memory distant we've almost lost. Appears that we only pursued in jest To travel in space -- 50 years have passed. Today's generation cannot ...
Poem – MY WORDS (By Elaine Nadal)
MY WORDS - By Elaine Nadal Inadequate fragments embedded with Ay, No puede ser, Sí se puede, Pura vida lacking punctuation misunderstood tirelessly running on and on syncopating along the way Lo tengo to’ pensao Pues a veces sometimes spontaneous ...
Poem – Last Tuesday (By DS Maolalai)
Last Tuesday nobody was answering any emails except for the people who were waiting for answers only other people could give. there were rooms which needed stuff moved out, but the price had gone up because now the work had ...
Poem – Liberation (By Amy Hrynchuk)
Liberation “We heard a loud voice repeating the same words in English and in German…”1 May 25 1940, the first transport of thousands were marched through those gates. Gates that opened to what a select few called the Final Solution ...
Poem – HOW I KEEP FIT (By John Grey)
HOW I KEEP FIT - By John Grey The sidewalks in the city are like exercise equipment. There's a mix of long strides on the cement treadmill and the shorter, quicker gait of the elliptical workout. A few stand at ...
