Poetry
Poem – Earthquake (By David Russell)
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 ...
Poem – CRESCENT MOON (By John Tustin)
CRESCENT MOON You reside In this room That stinks Like moonlight And me. Crescent Moon Pries as She is wont To do In rooms That stink Like her light, Where only Silence Is Uttered, Sharper than The silver Flashing In ...
Poem – Courage (Getting Out of Bed) – By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore
Courage (Getting Out of Bed) My heart grows restless, my limbs heavy The paradox of a frustrated mind The simplest things seem unattainable Before me There are mountains to climb I am eager, yet, sit motionless Failure the constant on ...
Poem – Pulp Thoughts (By Mary Bone)
Pulp Thoughts A blank space my white paper. Inkblots, like my thoughts. Dotted lines- a poem appears. The paper, once a tree with flowers, held life and grew. It was chopped down and made into pulp. The pulp dried and ...
Poem – 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 ...
Poem – After the Snowstorm (By Danny P. Barbare)
After the Snowstorm On a sunny day I see Nandina berries plump and red that were once covered with snow. ...
Poem – JUST FOR KICKS (By Joseph Cavera)
JUST FOR KICKS (By Joseph Cavera) There once was a fool named Scott, Who enjoyed kicking things a lot To his surprise, He met his demise, When he kicked a meteor that was still hot ...
Poem – The best Chinese restaurant (By DS Maolalai)
The Best Chinese Restaurant he told me their best chinese restaurant was shut - it had been connected by the back wall to a vet clinic specifically for putting down animals. the sad eyes of dogs looking up at their ...
Poem – A WEEK IN MAINE (By John Grey)
A WEEK IN MAINE The morning of my retreat is dark with clouds loaded and low. Noisy gulls see me off. So do the first raindrops. I’m heading home but I don’t feel as if I’m going anywhere, just away ...
Poem – ON PORPOISE (By Ray Gallucci)
ON PORPOISE Am I watching the dolphins Or are they watching me, Somersaulting on backfins, While I swim clumsily? At the junction of our worlds Where the land meets the sea, Somewhat shallow for their twirls, I can stand awkwardly ...
