In nakedness of life moves
this male shadow worn out dark clothes,
ill fitted in distress, holes in his socks, stretches,
shows up in your… Read More Day filled with coffee and
dreams, sour notes of songs
unsung. Eyes weep not for
lack of want. Towering passions
beyond deprived means.
Another day,… Read More
Not so much (too little) a point (inward), as it is a blanket (freeze the warmth) of information
(forgotten data) broadcast (can you hear… Read More From the previous published essays of New York author Gary Beck, comes The Republic of Dreams.
A collection of his best essays with concerns for… Read More For a brief moment in time,
he came to me as a traveling stranger
while I was sitting on a bus bench
staring off to… Read More she tosses the last remnants of what could have been starlight through a leak in the roof
tears out names from cereal boxes
a moon… Read More After Don
the bed beside me sat empty
for the entire day.
I got used to the idea of being alone.
Loneliness… Read More
Ryan Quinn Flanagan’s Poetry Collection~
Bio: Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many… Read More Awakened by horns
and commuter traffic.
Pulls down a knitted cap,
wholly and rotted by
the moths and time.
His skin, now wrinkled
telling of darker times
of hatred and abuse.
Fought for his country in
the jungles and nameless
hamlets where friends died
and were buried, there rifles
now rusting and bones turn
into Read More He brought his own band, poor troubadour,
speakers and amps,
two twin-tower ornaments for the back wall
spilling platonic sounds in a burbling, aphonic stream
filling in the gaps in the background noise of entrance
while the performer, weighed in heavily in the front row
fly casting about for his audience.
No grand entrances,
the Read More