There He Goes
Poem There he is, doing his thing Giving us loving Power There he goes, sitting there Giving us every hour Oh no, there he ascends Turning for his throne As we pray for...
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That Swing
Haibun I pull the black metal bars of that swing. The ground swings to the sky swings to the ground. Over and over again. Fog horn wind-tossed waves at Kingsland Point more by FRANK...
Forgetting You on a Plane
Poem The stale oxygen in this human cargo air ship is drying each last molecule of stability I had on land and expelling it back into the soft, deadly blue surrounding through some...
Deprivation
Flash Fiction I feel like Hank Chinaski lately. I’ve been cutting back on the booze, I’ve got liver pains. I fear it may conk out soon, maybe I gave it more than it...
Shepherd’s Call
Each year, The Catholic Church celebrates Christ the Good Shepherd. A common Gospel reading for that Sunday Liturgy is the Gospel of John, in which Jesus Christ calls himself “the good Shepherd.” (John 10:...
Versification
The letters peel away from the page. and at a shift in meter, they begin to waltz. Only then feeling the stress of their feet, The importance in their scheme. They float away from...
A Letter to Basquiat
Images juxtapose. Image is just a pose for those who wish to see it Impoverished young artist, paint spattered suit. Undercover bum, cardboard boxed in Central Park. Using the spoon in your mouth to...
When You Speak to Me of Love
Short Love Poems When you speak to me of love You speak to me of attraction Two egos magnetized By mutual manipulation Lust, as they call it Physical, mental, emotional Playing at push-and-pull...
Italy: Why This Country is Amazing (Plus Tips for a River Cruise!)
Every globe-trotter needs to visit Italy for one simple reason – it is the cradle of Western Civilization. Ancient Rome has defined the modern world in ways that are impossible to deny, and Renaissance...
Losing Grandma
I don’t remember Grandma’s death. The only flash of memory is a snippet of conversation, and a flash of grief and concern on Mom’s face. My most clear memory of Grandma: she would squeeze...
One Step Forward, One Step Back
Silhouettes of our past Only moments behind us How do you break off The things that define you? I have memories And I have nightmares How can you decide The things to hold on...
Start Smoking Now
Companions surrender ghostlike flesh Feeling Warmth Fading ember Breath Sculpted movement Exploring little cardboard minds Hard to find a heart as hardened – my bruiseless fingers reaching skyward Febrile hunger Clawing blind for air...
