“Turning Back” by Stuart Jay Silverman

Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt the room was vacant, not empty, for the chairs and carpet were there, and the dark shape of the dresser broke into the light, so there was light, and inside the light a haze, giving substance, or, at least, form, to the light, which folded everything else into it, its moody aspic flowing like glass creeping down against … Continue reading “Turning Back” by Stuart Jay Silverman

Donald Trump Poetry Sequence 3: “The Musical Trump” by Stuart Jay Silverman

THE MUSICAL TRUMP* With a horn unencumbered of mute, The Donald is forte on toot. His bass is sublime As he farts marking time. When he tinkles to end, he’s a flute. *trump, my brother-in-law informs me, in the U.K. is slang for “fart” AND SPEAKING OF… He’s a businessman versed in the arts, And a melter of feminine hearts. The Trump has no rival, His … Continue reading Donald Trump Poetry Sequence 3: “The Musical Trump” by Stuart Jay Silverman

Donald Trump Poetry Sequence 2: “The Donald Issues An Apology-Cum-Explanation-Cum-Clarification in the Manner of McGonagall” by Stuart Jay Silverman

THE DONALD ISSUES AN APOLOGY-CUM-EXPLANATION-CUM-CLARIFICATION IN THE MANNER OF MCGONAGALL “Those who know me know I would not dare ever Refer thoughtlessly about a lady’s wherever, In the sense, that is, of thoughtless disparagement Of her lady parts, which are in marriage meant To solace and give comfort to her wedded spouse Because to do otherwise would label the speaker a louse. So, Megyn, these words are … Continue reading Donald Trump Poetry Sequence 2: “The Donald Issues An Apology-Cum-Explanation-Cum-Clarification in the Manner of McGonagall” by Stuart Jay Silverman