Survivalists by Steve Denehan

I am a survivalistin thatI am surviving, butthere are survivalistsof another kindthose who digdeep downto createunderground bunkers this is appealingto me my bunker would be simplefilled with books and candlesenough non-perishable foodto last several decadesa CD playera backup CD player, andanother CD playerjust in case there would be a fridgea washing machinean oven, andof coursea generatorpowered by abovegroundsolar panels and wind turbines there would be … Continue reading Survivalists by Steve Denehan

Genna RivieccioJune 13, 2023Leave a comment

Poetry

The Island, 1923 by Steve Denehan

Everything is mutedthe landscapethe sky the peoplein their dull clotheswith their dull faces they walkslowlyto the pub they walkslowlyfrom the pub each day walking, to talkto the same peopleabout the same things there is a boatthat sails from the islandto the mainland each dayand each dayit is empty Continue reading The Island, 1923 by Steve Denehan

Genna RivieccioFebruary 17, 2023Leave a comment

Poetry

True, For the Most Part by Steve Denehan

I’m not racist but…he droned onI listenednoddingat what I guessedwere the right times he told me about his promotionhis new carrecent and upcoming holidaysbefore askingif I could lend him some money he fed me old jokesintellectual psychobabblepretentiousnesspeppered with obscure references we had known each otherfor a long timehe had talked and I had listenedfor a long time I had not expectednot even consideredthat I might … Continue reading True, For the Most Part by Steve Denehan

Genna RivieccioFebruary 6, 2023Leave a comment

Poetry

Telephone Calls by Steve Denehan

I have had two telephone callstodayso far the first person told methat he doesn’t want to liveanymore the second told methat she cannot find a single wayto be happy it is not yet eleven in the morning Continue reading Telephone Calls by Steve Denehan

Genna RivieccioApril 23, 2022Leave a comment

Poetry

Vending Machine by Steve Denehan

It’s been one of those daysso, I decide to end itwith something from the vending machine wrappers and packetsprimary colorsso many, all good I settle on a Mars Barput the coins in the slotpress E4 the metal coil rotatesthe bar is pushed forwardonly to fall and rest against the glass I should have expected thatJesusI shake the machine, nope then, lightning strikesI put the last … Continue reading Vending Machine by Steve Denehan

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Poetry

Mm-Hmm by Steve Denehan

It’s been nearly two hours nowhe is still talkingI am still listeningafter the first hour I switched handsthe phone, heavier and heavierI’ll have to switch again soonthere has never been anyoneto talk so much and say so little the words pour from himtraveling down the wirehitting my ear like wingless birdshe runs through his greatest hitsgrowing up in Dublinall of his jobsmoney troubleswhat a guy … Continue reading Mm-Hmm by Steve Denehan

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Poetry

Having A Nightmare At 43 by Steve Denehan

I was too warm my legs were restless I wasn’t tired I was too tired but eventually sleep came and quickly I came to it the engine of the nightmare pistons of fear the lubricating oil of hope keeping the nightmare alive I wanted to wake I tried to wake I couldn’t wake the nightmare twitched I tried to wake I couldn’t wake Continue reading Having A Nightmare At 43 by Steve Denehan

Genna RivieccioAugust 3, 2019Leave a comment

Poetry

If You Squint You Can See the End of the World by Steve Denehan

This high wire act can only end one way and really we look forward to the fall someday soon the corn will start popping someday soon we will get out of bed and put our feet down in water maybe we will rush toward each other then maybe we won’t Continue reading If You Squint You Can See the End of the World by Steve Denehan

Genna RivieccioNovember 23, 2018Leave a comment

Poetry

USA! by Steve Denehan

We knew they were American the moment they emerged and began trudging toward the pool we knew, not because of the aloof tilt of the father’s chin nor their accent, ricocheting flatly between apartment blocks it was the Stars and Stripes bikini that gave it away and the matching Stars and Stripes swimming shorts on father and son the father, an enormous man, booming of … Continue reading USA! by Steve Denehan

Genna RivieccioNovember 21, 2018November 21, 20181 Comment

Poetry

Car Door by Steve Denehan

Some people cannot bear to be alone those people are missing the point today I was alone, gloriously the kitchen thirstily drank in the flaming light of this Indian summer an Indian summer that had waited, calmly to announce itself in the depths of October I got drunk on the sweetness of that unexpected sunshine saw myself stretched in carnival shadows along warm carpet and … Continue reading Car Door by Steve Denehan

Genna RivieccioNovember 20, 2018Leave a comment