The Lazy Eye My father has a lazy left eye that wanders off mid-sentence as if bored. When we sit down for dinner, and he starts yelling at my brother, the eye wobbles towards the door in search of a quiet corner. I want to go too; sit cross-legged in the coat closet away…
Tag: SANTINOPRINZI’SPERCEPTIONS
The Shadow – by CONNER HAYES
The Shadow Burning made me feel alive. Pain provided me with a passing, excruciating escape from the bombastic blissfulness of life. Everybody was happy, but nobody knew why. The faces strolling past me shone with hedonistic delight and perplexed enchantment. Vapors of gray smoke wafted around our heads, obscuring the hidden truth of the…
Strange Night – by ROB TRUE
Strange Night In a dark, strange and quiet night picture. Everything looks sharp. Nobody about, just me roaming streets. Looking at the slabs on the pavement and there it is. A message in some sort of ancient writing. All over the paving stones, it’s fucking everywhere! Why hadn’t I noticed this before? I can’t…
The Dying Time Traveler – by MILEVA ANASTASIADOU
The Dying Time Traveler Lying here, among faces that stare at me in despair, unable to move my legs or arms, I begin to remember. The only open road is driving me backward. The poet in me finally awakens, on the most inappropriate moment though, when I should concentrate all my strength to save myself…
Starter Problems – by KITTY SHIELDS
Starter Problems By Kitty Shields I am not making it to graduation on time, I thought, watching the fight outside escalate. A black woman with a colorful head wrap on, and a big bag filled with daily life, came into the shop and right up to me. “You…
Set in Place – by LESLIE E OWEN
Set in Place He awoke slowly, as if he had somehow been placed under a curse, and so had slept for a hundred years. The last thing he remembered – he wheeled around; was Angelo still behind him with his piece? “Would you stand still? How can I put these in if you…
Living Gems/ Her Strength in me / Untitled – Poems by VEARNA GLOSTER
Living Gems Lullabies I sang to them All knit I with the same glue I watched them grow from a distance clear Many times with a shattered heart, I feared I taught them how to sing and dance I played as their sibling in the sand But with the moments fleeting by Each…
A Poetry Collection from – THOMAS ZIMMERMAN
“If Your Life Is Burning Well, Poetry Is Just the Ash” after Leonard Cohen The largess of the doomed is sitting on our hands: our tongues are banging tra la-la to fill the lines, our bellies, and our lives. But evil is banal, we know. When I see leaves sun-shot in breeze, I…
A Poetry Collection – by MICHAEL LEE JOHNSON
Iranian Poetry Lady (V2) The first time I saw your face, cosmetic images, dust, dirt, determination fell across your exiled face. Coal smoke lifted with your simple words and short poems. Your meaning drawn across a black board of past, rainbows, future fragment, still in the shadows. Muhammad, Jesus twins, only one forms a…
Light Upon the Ledges – Poetry Collection by KEN ALLAN DRONSFIELD
Light Upon the Ledges Fields in gentle dreams of focused timelessness. a sweeper of life’s path, caretaker of the twilight. Faeries swim in her well the trident of our hedges. Mercy bless Grandmother, a Light upon the Ledges. Gentle visions of evenings walking the lane in summer. Inhaling the lilacs and roses capturing essence…
Right Before Your Eyes/Tiny Little Lines/Broken/Lithium Barbie Doll/How do You Say I Love You?/Your Hand And a Chance/Forever & a Day – poems by JASON CUETO
Right Before Your Eyes So much hate, Breeding endless confusion Open wounds Severe contusions. Denying Reality Power Transfusions Mis-information Reality an illusion Pure Arrogance Putting an end to Innocence Defining one’s life By what you can get Pure Genius becomes Pure evil Self-Destruction=Endless hell Greed & Hate Your blood Their lies Another Soldier dead Another…
Dirty Laundry/Elevation/Kafka/News Ticker/Take the Buffaloes Away – Poems by E.A. FELIU
Dirty laundry My first edition of Humboldt’s Gift careens by your black shoes, a feeble contribution to the din of rods and reels on the E-Z chair, collared by leashes and a wooden trout net. I’ve grown tentacles, seeding the house with books, typewriters, cameras, vinyl and enough fly-fishing gear to open a…
