Perceptions is a poetry collection that challenges many of our attitudes and values, showing us many of our concerns that grow more troubled in these difficult times. Here is what Gary Beck says about his poetry collection: Disasters of our…
By: F. Poussin Is it so wrong begging to follow the path of the berry so tender, so plump and so full of its nectar, as she sinks her pearls in the flesh delectable, so mysterious of many savors, born in…
By: F. Poussin Focused inward to a reality unseen, privileged, puerile, the towel dowsed in the shower’s summer rain is dry. Impossible, illusory, farther as it might be close, a quake sudden, fast rotation, the jerk to a better realm. Behind…
By: F. Poussin The odd die is cast, for it is not of six sides; only two options will emerge from the drunken roll. A yes or a zero, no maybe nor perhaps; The gray areas will be white or they…
By: Neil Creighton It is a facsimile, but few galleries are more beautiful. There is a hush, a sense of the sacred. In the dim light the walls shimmer with copies of artwork, walls and ceiling covered with confident boldness of…
By: Adreyo Sen On the F Train she is yet another prisoner straitjacketed by Pink North Face, her anxious hands cuffed by anxiety, McDonalds imprisoning the slender cheekbones her once tender husband teased would shatter his heart. Her eyes dulled are…
By: Angelica Fuse He moves, travels through his own world of cast off goods Some would say he has wings on his back, a guardian angel sent here to test our faith in humanity I just say he smells like piss.
By: Ruth Deming No, it’s not in the family no, I’m not overweight no, I don’t drink soda or eat Tastykakes. It was the lithium that did it ruined my kidneys those impeccable filters that keep our insides clean Up…
By: Ruth Deming I sat on the living room floor studying the swatch books Perhaps we could carpet my bedroom with both the pink that was the color of a cat’s tongue and the lavender like ballooning pants worn in…
By: Ruth Deming She stood at attention watching the cars along Terwood Road Each year she grew a little taller better views the snowman with the silly stick arms the covered over swimming pool awaiting its day Tulip Tree took it…