JOHN IRVING CLARKE Let us go back to Piazza One day let us go back to Piazza where sun peers through mist and its brazen ascent is tolled by bells. One day let us go back to Piazza where racing…
Let us go back to Piazza
Monthly Archives: Monday November 28th, 2016
Unsinkable little poems
Satish Gupta’s poems and drawings Water hardens into ice – a little warmth and it melts Our love solid as a rock, -but the stones are cold Passion does not drown desire Desire is unsinkable The master said, I haven’t…
Poets of the World, Pavol Janik, Slovakia
New York In a horizontal mirror of the straightened bay the points of an angular city stabbing directly into the starry sky. In the glittering sea of lamps flirtatious flitting boats tremble marvellously on your agitated legs swimming in the…
Dancing Winds
MARIA MIRAGLIA AGAIN It was about noon and we were sitting in the shadow of the willow tree on the left side of the house The heat made us talk of the weather and he asked me of the colors…
Message in a Bottle from Leonard Cohen
Messages in a bottle are passages, quoted from writers who lived in the past, conveying a message that can still be appreciated in the present. If It Be Your Will If it be your will That I speak no more…
Heart Sick
LESLIE MCBRIDE WILE Now we must think the unthinkable. The good people of America have elected one bad hombre as their president. But surely bad men before held the office without crushing it entirely in greedy hands; Rutherford B Hayes…
Life’s Ondulazioni
Pouring Milk for the Master With a limited palette her master painted her into a corner. A still life of a maid pouring milk captured like a butterfly on show. Pinned by the long days of balancing obligation and duty…