AT THE SCUOLA DI SAN ROCCO – By Anne Babson
AT THE SCUOLA DI SAN ROCCOBy Anne Babson
The gate guard greeted me “pronto,” not “buongiorno,”As if I were afar off phoning, but there IStood, ecce homo. Years, this artist contributed
As dues a painting. He lived...
SIMPLE PLEASURES ELUDE ME LIKE FIREFLIES
SIMPLE PLEASURES ELUDE ME LIKE FIREFLIESBy Shirley Jones-Luke
Simple Pleasures Elude Me like Fireflies
Joy flits away in the moonlight,solitude is the crystal tears of starsdropping in clouds that shift restlesslyabove a dark world, I feel...
AS OF NOW – By Jim Hanlen
AS OF NOWPoems by Jim Hanlen
As of Now
I've just gotten used to wherethe creek and stone belong.They found their place a long time ago.
For a long time I lived like smoke,uncertain, unsure where I...
THE MAN-UNKIND BLUES #1 – By Henry Reneau
THE MAN-UNKIND BLUES #1By Henry Reneau
Anne Waldman
If you turn the Goddess to stone, don't be surprisedif she doesn't bleed. —Andrea Potts
precariousness does not occur in isolationemerging slick & singed but fromloud moments of catastrophesalt...
TOURNÉE DU CHAT NOIR – By Susan Cossette
TOURNÉE DU CHAT NOIRBy Susan Cossette
Tournée du Chat Noir
It is a suitable night for lost souls.The Swiss Guard, clad head to toe in goldLead poets and painters into the smoky fold,Of those who fear...
LULLABY ON WEST 133rd – By Laurel Kaye
LULLABY ON WEST 133rdBy Laurel Kaye
Lullaby on West 133rd
The plane collides and you arriveto murmurs of hyphenated welcomein the halls of terminal 4There was no room for you in Edenso you found a place...
THANKSGIVING – By Obi Nwakanma
THANKSGIVINGBy Obi Nwakanma
Thanksgiving
It is the seventh month, and theUvene fruits are ripe again -The wild berries, plump with juice;The breadfruit, and the gourds are full, heavyLike the pregnant women of this landAbout to give,...
FORBIDDEN LOVE – By Ray Fenech
FORBIDDEN LOVEBy Ray Fenech
Forbidden LoveWhen they made love the first timeHe never thought she’d walk away;In his mind it was: until death do us apart.When she wiped his sperm from her handIt was the...
LOVE IN A WAR TIME – By Jeton Kelmendi
LOVE IN A WAR TIMEBy Jeton Kelmendi
Love in a War Time
Sometime I want them to happenThese thingsDifferentlyFor example, a heavy fog fell in me,Until the border is easilyPassed,To pass there first of allWhere a...
CAPRICCIO – By Maureen Eppstein
CAPRICCIOBy Maureen Eppstein Capricciofor no reasonIl capro, the goat on the hillsudden, unpredictable change, as of one's mindhip-hobble, hip-hobblesomersaultscartwheelssunlight on white daisieson the verge of a city street, a dusty sunflowera garden planted with whirligigsamethyst...