Category: Poetry

Poetry

“Worst of the Worst” by Franklin Freeman

Hill & Pool Street—corner of—strewn with flowers now—flowerpower—we drove by there—theother day—a cameraman filmingsorrow—just a corner on a hill—in Biddeford—the town across theriver from us—“Johan SebastiánDurán Guerrero was working inthe United States legally—he evenhad a social security card”—theone grandad told me to always—carry in my wallet—Johan lookshappy in this photo—on my phone—smiling—relaxed—a body—ofwater behind him—“The incidentwas witnessed by his partner andtheir three-year-old daughter”—last words—“I tried … Continue reading “Worst of the Worst” by Franklin Freeman

Genna RivieccioLeave a comment
Poetry

Mannequin by Charlie Robert

Plastic Bone.Works AtNight.All Alone.Outta Sight.Thinks AboutHerLifeOnLoan.ThinksAboutHerSaxophone.Thinks AboutHerHighHeelDress.ThinksShe KnowsShe KnowsWhat’s Blessed.Mannequin.Plastic Bone.Calls MeOn HerTelephone.Tells MeOf HerTimeOnEarth.Tells MeOf HerVirgin Birth.Hopes That She CanSplitTheScene.HopesThe LightTheLightTurnsGreen.HopesThe Line Is NiceAnd Short.HopesSheLikesHerNewEscort.Mannequin.Plastic Bone.Works AtNight.All Alone. Continue reading Mannequin by Charlie Robert

Genna RivieccioLeave a comment
Poetry

The Gavel by Susie Gharib

If I had a cosmic gavel,I would chip away the rough edgesof every monarch and politician,such as their territorial incursions,their inordinate desire for military aggression,their race for lethal armaments,their inherited urge for colonialism,their cultivated skill of turning a blind eye to corruption,their sadistic pleasure in imposing censorship,their patriarchal urge to bully women,and their propensity to overlook racial prejudices.The outcome would be blocks of ashlarthat boast … Continue reading The Gavel by Susie Gharib

Genna RivieccioLeave a comment
Poetry

Obelisks by Susie Gharib

At the intersection of ley lines,erected in pairs at temple sides,these stone pillars that point to the skiesare the Egyptians’ tribute to solar gods. Repeatedly looted by Greeks and Romans, these tekhens are unjustly deprivedof the sites aligned to the stars,robbing them of their electro charge.In Rome, they witnessed the persecution of Christians,In Paris, the guillotines that severed countless heads. What is a tribute to Atum … Continue reading Obelisks by Susie Gharib

Genna RivieccioLeave a comment
Poetry

Reading William S. Burroughs by Jeffrey Zable

is like trying to decipher the scrawl of someonelying face down in their own vomit, pen in hand,making strange marks on the sidewalk. People passing by look at this someonewith a sense of profound sadness, and out of pityleave such items on his back as rotten apples,broken trophies, dead lizards and plane ticketsto flights that unfortunately went downwithout a sole survivor. And when they arrive … Continue reading Reading William S. Burroughs by Jeffrey Zable

Genna RivieccioLeave a comment
Poetry

Lady July by Sophie Roy

I  I ask you for signs and you, buried at sea send me mermaids and foreign license plates  I am too keen to look *** I have sea salt in my hairReallyTsunami II Pas de nouvelles à annoncer Pas de messages personnels Mais sur les murs de mon ennui, j’écris ton nom en cursiveà l’encre bleue soigneusement, comme l’écolière comme une folle, une éxilée comme future amoureuse —une amante  Comme la lune au soleil comme … Continue reading Lady July by Sophie Roy

Genna RivieccioLeave a comment
Poetry

I Don’t Know If It’s True or Not by Jeffrey Zable

but years ago a friend of mine—now deceased—told me that Beethoven would often compose while nude from the bottom down, sitting on a bench that had a large hole in it, with a bucket just below the hole so that if he had to urinateor defecate he wouldn’t have to get up and potentially lose part of what he was working on. And my friend … Continue reading I Don’t Know If It’s True or Not by Jeffrey Zable

Genna RivieccioLeave a comment
Poetry

A Soft Breeze by Frankie Laufer

The sound of a bass guitar is moving a row of distant wheat to the east. The sun is shining just like in the beginning. Swaying back and forth like rhythmic dancers.They are captured on a cloud of silent time.No names are necessary; they know each other from previous lives. The drummer is quietly playing my favorite song, and yours too.His past love is sitting behind me staring … Continue reading A Soft Breeze by Frankie Laufer

Genna Rivieccio1 Comment
Poetry

Ten Directions by Frank Freeman

I have mourned—that I have lost a book-mark of sentimental value—oneI picked up—at a bookstore called—Ten Directions—in Taos—where Dad& I had driven one weekend—thedrive in Grandpa’s old red Chevy pick-up—when Dad said—get this—hisfamily was only dysfunctional—whenthey drank—otherwise all was fine!—this from a man—who had found hismother naked in—the bathtub—&whose father—the aforementioned Grand-pa—had, rampaging—forced Dad, hismother, & sister—to spend Xmas Evein the backyard—in a tent—a var-iation … Continue reading Ten Directions by Frank Freeman

Genna RivieccioLeave a comment
Poetry

This Planet by Charlie Robert

Daily News.Nuts And Chews.ProphetsWith TheirEmptyPews.Streaming Now OnPay-Per-View.This Planet.Can ItMake TheGrade?Can WeMake A Trade?Venus.SweetAnd Hot.Pluto.JustA Dot.What YouSeeIsWhatYouGot.This Planet.Have WeGot AClue?Is The Rent Past Due?Have WeGot TheTime ForA FinalRhyme?If We DroppedA LineWould ItBe ACrime?This PlanetIs Pinned To The Void. Filled With CreaturesClose To The Earth. Continue reading This Planet by Charlie Robert

Genna RivieccioLeave a comment