With No Experience In Such Matters by Stephen Dunn
With No Experience In Such Matters by Stephen Dunn To hold a damaged sparrow under water until you feel it die is to know a small something about the mind; how, for example, it blames the cat for the original crime, how it wants praise for its better side. And yet it’s as human as […]
Welcome by Stephen Dunn
Welcome by Stephen Dunn if you believe nothing is always what’s left after a while, as I did, If you believe you have this collection of ungiven gifts, as I do (right here behind the silence and the averted eyes) If you believe an afternoon can collapse into strange privacies- how in your backyard, for […]
The Sudden Light And The Trees by Stephen Dunn
The Sudden Light And The Trees by Stephen Dunn My neighbor was a biker, a pusher, a dog and wife beater. In bad dreams I killed him and once, in the consequential light of day, I called the Humane Society about Blue, his dog. They took her away and I readied myself, a baseball bat […]
Story by Stephen Dunn
Story by Stephen Dunn A woman’s taking her late-afternoon walk on Chestnut where no sidewalk exists and houses with gravel driveways sit back among the pines. Only the house with the vicious dog is close to the road. An electric fence keeps him in check. When she comes to that house, the woman always crosses […]
Biography In The First Person by Stephen Dunn
Biography In The First Person by Stephen Dunn This is not the way I am. Really, I am much taller in person, the hairline I conceal reaches back to my grandfather, and the shyness my wife will not believe in has always been why I was bold on first dates. My father a crack salesman. […]
The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit
The Grammar Lesson by Steve Kowit A noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does. An adjective is what describes the noun. In “The can of beets is filled with purple fuzz” of and with are prepositions. The’s an article, a can’s a noun, a noun’s a thing. A verb’s the thing it does. […]
The Convoy by Stephenie Tucker
All goes dark, first sound, then sight. I look to see my men alright. Deafening silence in concrete rain, Distract me from the searing pain. All time stops and vantage ends, As I look upon my dying friends. Radio in and evac out, No time for tears between the shouts. Between the blood and shrapnel […]
Resolute by Stephenie Tucker
The men were dead, their lives, long gone. And yet, their cause still lingered on. The banners wavered in the breeze, through borderlands of ship less seas. And now Apollo shall rise once more, to ferry souls to whitened shores. Now red shall rise the yellow sun, and end at last what we have done. […]
Numb by Stephenie Tucker
The door kicked in the dust relayed, The area secure and stayed. No longer taking time for peace, Within myself, it’s out of reach. No more time spent to say goodbyes, No more tears left for me to cry. I do my job and stay detached, Don’t even care if I come back. They call […]
Must Work by Steve Downes
Must write must write must work must work minimum wage or better can’t be too physical got a bad back can’t be too stressful bend under pressure can’t be too sexual haven’t got the legs Must write must write must work must work minimum wage or better can’t work for corporate I’m an anarchist can’t […]
Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant
Lifetime Of Death by Steve Sant A Lifetime Of Death The broken feeling you learn it young You must for it’s certainty true No hysterical fits just stiff upper lips We are British and that’s what we do So when I was but five and my grandfather died And old aunts wept silent tears I […]
A Warrior’s Truth by Stephenie Tucker
The dying gasps of night are blackest before the dawn, The final surge of courage calls us to battle on. Enemies approaching from the hillside to the west, Trenches lined with casualties pulling at my chest. Flares as bright as day blinding vision tones of white, Bullets biting dirt rings too familiar sounds of spite. […]
YOU ARE CHRISTMAS EVERYDAY by Steve Troyanovich
YOU ARE CHRISTMAS EVERYDAY For Elizabeth twinkling tree lights always remind me of the christmas in your eyes… i wish i could carry your laughter cupped in my hands forever hold the sanctuary of your smile… then every day would be christmas and i would be warm wrapped in the unending gift of your embracing […]
still the leaves fall… and dream by Steve Troyanovich
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softly… in wingless dream by Steve Troyanovich
softly… in wingless dream for Elizabeth darkness unfolds its starry wings and flies away with a nameless world —Erik Lindegren once upon my dream i touched you. your eyes gave me both ends of a rainbow. in the early dawn wind i felt your abandonment nowhere was warm… memory remains hiding behind your smile Copyright […]
shivering wind by Steve Troyanovich
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NOCTURNAL EMBERS AND LOST LIPS by Steve Troyanovich
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MY BEST PAL by Steve Troyanovich
MY BEST PAL (for Elizabeth) entering the womb of my aloneness like a blanket of rainbows your Christmas-morning-smile becomes my haven of lingering warmth… let me hold you with my eyes… a galaxy of peace… a special kingdom fills this orphaned space when you are here like an angel sheltering only me … please stay […]
forever blue by Steve Troyanovich
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dreams the wind by Steve Troyanovich
dreams the wind You’ll bring the place to me Where all is well… — Dylan Thomas through the loneliness of mirrors i sought the lost lips of your nakedness through the gliding wind your gazing song of night… mouthing my touch fostering a warmth i had not known moonbeams danced tenderly within the fragrant memory […]
do you believe in always by Steve Troyanovich
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cascades of emptiness by Steve Troyanovich
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… and the moon was sleeping by Steve Troyanovich
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ambiguities of absence by Steve Troyanovich
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Who Would Of Knew…..About Your Concept!!! (July 10th) by Stevens Cadet
Miss concept of thoughts Your mind is running miles Conceiving ones through your smile Your eyes learned to file The characteristics of a man But make-up couldn’t mend What therapy can’t comprehend You speak but somehow they never understand That this cycle seems to never wanna end Longing for some friends But their known to […]
Nobody Told Me Of These Nights (A Poem For Melanie) by Stevens Cadet
Lights low, Moon glow Nobody told me this the things that the nights show Beauty in the dark helped me to know When those…..Guitar strings Can start to spring, Melodies became her part thing Dancing in my mind was the career choice! Modeling the idea that others ain’t the one to act on She feeling […]
A Night With Passion! by Stevens Cadet
Your body, soaking wet. The sweat dripping so near & clear. A feeling you’ll soon regret you let enter your most passionate pour. Intimidated because you wish to console it but your body rejects! Because it’s past it’s peak, and your body begins to leak an unforgettable weep. For the withdrawal is beyond skin deep; your heart can no longer […]
Lyfe by Stevens Cadet
Life has it’s up’s, Life has it’s downs. Sometimes there is happiness, sometimes there is frowns…. You think you know life like the back of your hand, but sometimes it doesn’t really go as planned. Because life is really not like one big plot. What goes around comes around like it or not…. You think […]
A Poem For Ashleigh (July) by Stevens Cadet
She asked if I’m really this cleverShe seems to really wanna know, might let herWon’t regret itBut tonight might dine! ! Flash images getting mixed with nights where I repentedAnd projected, mentally, her heart is apprehended…Let me spin with these lyrics that you help me find…Fingertips curress you slowly until chills run down your spine….Although this […]
A Pen Wrote The Funeral by Stevens Cadet
Am I becoming someone your stranger too? Making you wonder, has it brought a better you? From new understandings, that time has handed.Fall in line, God has too have planned this? Hoping you manage, but yet some go….Guess you first have to be a fan of your own.Until own every stable thought you been up on.Causing your glow […]
Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Walls breached Swords wielded, born from passions Of the heart Of hate Of others And of others beliefs Gave birth to murder. Rights breached Laws wielded, born from passions Of revenge To avenge Forefathers Who died when another Regime gave birth to fundamentalism. Hatred breached Flags wielded, born […]
The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh The scholars cast the four wild winds Only Death the last thing sure And now the Knowledge dwells within And at the hearth sides of the poor And so it came to dawn the day That a visitor passing by In Gaelic tongue both pure and sure […]
Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Two women, one old: one young Walk side by side, content The older, dressed as befits her faith: The other as befits her age in Ghent. With “Rock Chick” emblazoned on two crossed guitars, She may as well have been Belgian and white… The old woman, maybe her […]
Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Walls breached Swords wielded, born from passions Of the heart Of hate Of others And of others beliefs Gave birth to murder. Rights breached Laws wielded, born from passions Of revenge To avenge Forefathers Who died when another Regime gave birth to fundamentalism. Hatred breached Flags wielded, born […]
The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh The scholars cast the four wild winds Only Death the last thing sure And now the Knowledge dwells within And at the hearth sides of the poor And so it came to dawn the day That a visitor passing by In Gaelic tongue both pure and sure […]
Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Two women, one old: one young Walk side by side, content The older, dressed as befits her faith: The other as befits her age in Ghent. With “Rock Chick” emblazoned on two crossed guitars, She may as well have been Belgian and white… The old woman, maybe her […]
Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Walls at Drogheda by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Walls breached Swords wielded, born from passions Of the heart Of hate Of others And of others beliefs Gave birth to murder. Rights breached Laws wielded, born from passions Of revenge To avenge Forefathers Who died when another Regime gave birth to fundamentalism. Hatred breached Flags wielded, born […]
The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
The Death of Knowledge by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh The scholars cast the four wild winds Only Death the last thing sure And now the Knowledge dwells within And at the hearth sides of the poor And so it came to dawn the day That a visitor passing by In Gaelic tongue both pure and sure […]
Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Faith and Faiths by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh Two women, one old: one young Walk side by side, content The older, dressed as befits her faith: The other as befits her age in Ghent. With “Rock Chick” emblazoned on two crossed guitars, She may as well have been Belgian and white… The old woman, maybe her […]
Be Not a War Poet by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Be Not a War Poet by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh We have not the shot or shell Who read their poems from distant days Yet today it is still the same The dance of death that war it plays Other young men, not Flanders now Afghanistan, even Belfast Wars big and small, why fight at all […]