Tech Support – By Frank De Canio She might as well have borne them on her back, when she tapped into my computer files with all of the autonomy I’d lack – while subject to the technologic wiles she flashed. For her apparent probing hand brushed over them so she could take a look. It seemed my documents served her […]
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The Drifting-Bys I am the boy you almost lost to a stretch of long black distance found luckily, by love stronger, than time and space and procrastination & now in that love I drown I float, drift, swim and drown again for it is as a honey puddle deep, an ocean of pink passion please leave me here for […]
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FALL OF A SMALL MAMMAL (By Joseph Cavera) I walked one day in Southampton, free Along a path of verdance, lovely Sky freeing the sun to glance at me So I may perchance a sliver of his glee Ambling on, one left for each right While keeping my pace sunny light I encountered upon an unusual sight One […]
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MISS JULIE-ANNE – By John Grey She pours drops of whiskey on the withered rose petals. Then wields the hose with a cigarette flopping from her lower lip. What doesn’t intoxicate her flowers, she drinks. Ashes fall onto the buds. The bees will have to suffer for their pollination. She passes the graves of all her cats, apologizes […]
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Suicide Bomb – By Fern G. Z. Carr cavernous thunder shattering normalcy sirens cries, shrieks, moans, whispers shards of metal and glass raining in torrents rat-a-tat-tat rat-a-tat-tat chests impaled by metal girders corpses crushed, smashed oozing blood eyeballs frozen wide open in terror, coated in soot body parts strewn asunder […]
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WINTERS CROSS (By Joseph Cavera) Clouds up above, letting man know He has no premise, untouched flow And we hope for promising years After shedding a thousand tears Yesterday’s sorrow constantly nears Though the moon shines blue By dawn, will turn indigo hue A Cross of Winter Blessed with heavenly snow ~Second Place winner in the 2008 Bergen […]
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THE ORIGIN OF THE LIE (By Joseph Cavera) I am the Great Liar For years, my words have spread Through every ear Surrounding every thought They have taken their place Among everyday speech No one the wiser They have taken root Growing out through every Branch, stem, and leaf Through all great oaks Rosy ambers and black pines […]
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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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Photography – Kayaker (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
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FALL TONES (By Joseph Cavera) A young lad awakes to cold on Sunday Stirring slowly, quakes to life his way His covers like lovers unravel above Another of is brothers leaving a shove He sees the light peak through his door It glistens through the glass o’er The window that sits by Reflecting and resonating with Images of […]
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