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 so that her “Quinquin” could pursue no younger woman but a different sex than formerly she’d been accustomed to. Perhaps […]
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BLACK RABBIT (By Joseph Cavera) I’m late! So late! For a very important date! I’ve got to go! Oh no, oh no! It’s not so simply the queen I fear! No, oh no! Oh dear, oh dear! Steps behind me I pray won’t find me! His carroty scythe will surely send All whose time is up, their flesh […]
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THE ENDLESS SKY (By Joseph Cavera) What could be more interesting than spending Christmas with a friend, What could make us happier than to enjoy it to the end? Walking along the snow in the day, Not knowing or caring if I tread unto the fray, For then I stop, and then I lie, Staring at the edge of […]
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DON’T GO GENTLY – By Ray Gallucci Would you rather go Calmly like the snow, Or with memory Of a crushing sea? Ghosts seem seldom seen If they died serene. Most of manifests Come from violent deaths. Spectres who replay How they died that day Aren’t asleep in bed Or perceive they’re dead. Those were weren’t prepared […]
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SANDHOUSE – By Elaine Nadal When her house was still standing, it sufficed as a place to bathe, eat, and sleep– a space for the familiar formed by strangers with the same blood drops sprinkled on the dirt, conspicuously evoking words that have been written on the stone walls of a cave– crushed, combined with sand to create a […]
Read moreRocky the Raccoon On a cold winter night the raccoon eats pecans under the tree. It keeps its distance or rather I keep mine. I can hear its sharp teeth grinding on the paper shell. Wild! It stops. So I pick one up off the driveway and toss it its way to show the world can be kind even […]
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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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AUTO PILOT By, Melissa R. Mendelson “How was your father’s funeral?” “It was fine.” “Just fine, Gary?” Gary stretched out on a brown, leather couch. He turned to look at the older gentleman sitting near him with his legs crossed and a notepad and pen in his lap. His brown eyes held his gaze, and then Gary resumed watching the […]
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CITY DAYS (By Joseph Cavera) Tall, tin, and seemingly endless But if viewed from the top It appears quite bottomless- Lights are as myriad as the stars All lie on seemingly innumerable bars, Story after story Tale after Tale, And as time flows on Never become stale. At the bottom, is the lobby And at the top is the […]
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