Lore Knowledge, as a dish of elusive ice-cubes Floating in acid Touching each one, propels its elusiveness; The mediation of the utensil cannot be avoided. Acid me, hand me, cube me; Cuddling smudges, polychromatic pollution, Knowledge spectrum. He must make a memory of solid metal, So that it cannot be penetrated by knowledge, So that the […]
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YOU HAVE A PIER IN ME – By John Grey Pier juts far into the open sea. It makes its point, not here, where stone steps lead from sand to calm wooden planks but out at the very tip of itself, where water crashes against its pylons and its slim foundations shake and shudder. Like me, there’s a calm that […]
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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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The Closing Stage I’m afraid the end-time is near See the maddening impunity of depraved heads The mediocre misfit manning our stolen mandate – The perfidious president, the gluttonous governors, The crooked councillors, the law-breaker law-makers: All self-seeking merchants of loot! See the opportunistic stratocrats Patriotically riding on the civilians’ profligacy I’m afraid the end-time is near See the jagged […]
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DISHEVELED ZENITH OF OUR LOVE (By Joseph Cavera) Your eyes cannot judge me Your hands cannot truly hold You wait for me in the Darkness Your words so misguided Your affection soon to be derided You await me again, as I leave my mark You open your arms to me, unsuspecting You permit me to oblige your lust You […]
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AWAKENING (By Nicolo Santilli) there are realms of beauty which can only be approached by dark paths and their glow is the brightness of darkness and suffering awakening into light
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Cover to Cover – By Gil Hoy I’ve loved to read, listen to the melodious flow and tempo of another man’s written words and sentences through my eyes but in my brain, for as long as I can remember. In elementary school, I trekked each day along the cobblestone alley behind our house with a carrier full of books on […]
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Crossing the Red Line (triptychon III) 1. On the Map On the map: The red line of the lignite opencast mine, an absurdly long compound noun for an absurd, behind the times mega project. What can be found, here and now, this side and that side of the red line? I experience it by bike. 2. That […]
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EVERGREEN TERRACE (By Joseph Cavera) What is this, this dance of life While we slide and step around pain of strife The music slowly plays To dj for all of us the measure of our days I love the way these chords echo throughout me I haven’t sensed a sight of such a nature since then, It can […]
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A Good Customer I saw Al once a month for 30 years, maybe more, doing business together. He retired to hunt bear in Alaska, hook Tarpon in Florida, golf in Scotland. He had it all planned. Nothing would stop him. Months later I learned doctors said he had cancer of the blood. The outlook was bleak. I called Al and he said six months, […]
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