About Sam Silva

Sam Silva has published poetry widely, both in print and online. His work has appeared in Samisdat, The American Muse, St. Andrews Review, Dog River Review, Third Lung Review, Main St. Rag, Charlotte Poetry Review, Parnassus, Rio Del Arts, Big Bridge, and Comrade Magazine. He is the author of nine chapbooks published by Third Lung Press, M.A.F. Press, Alpha Beat Press, and Trouth Creek Press, which were well received in reviews by Shelby Stephenson, Ron Bayes, Steve Smith, and the late North Carolina poet laureate Sam Ragan. Silva has ebooks available without cost at Physikgarden.com. His poetry collection, Eating and Drinking is available for order at online bookstores, and his full-length poetry books are available at Amazon. Three spoken word CDs can be purchased at CDBaby.

7 new poems by Sam Silva

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MY FRIENDS AND I, WE STOLE THE SUMMER

My friends and I, we stole the summer and its rain in stumbling secret conversation about the brilliant ways of the city

…all of its joy and all of its pain! ...{read more}

WHAT THE LOWER MIND DISCERNS

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Computer music from within …matched in its expressive rhythm by the rattling tin! One of the coolest days in July helps the feelings on toward Autumn’s endless sky and leaf and breeze come soon

…a witch of a morning moments before August! ...{read more}

Pagan Days

poem by Sam Silva

Prayers are face down and descend in stoic gloom …what goes up is methane and all of the other various fume and gas which punctuate a tired pain made of a planets sheer exhaust while glaciers cause the plants to bloom like ice cubes melting in a glass near the bed where I lie down

…a victim!, and a ghoulish clown. ...{read more}

Two poems by Sam Silva

Poems by Sam Silva

HISTORIES OF A SMALL SOUTHERN TOWN

Like those young and ardent tragedies which surround

…summer will come and burn with its fury about this small city built on a swamp. ...{read more}

Summer’s Onslaught Edging Into May

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Summer Leaves / credit: zizzy010

SUMMER’S ONSLAUGHT EDGING INTO MAY

Summer’s onslaught edging into May bakes this swampy yard. Iced coffee levels out the day outside and the guest room has a bed and fan cool as petals on the water …the mind is groggy old…it’s true but no matter what they say about the sky outside the sky outside is perfect blue and a vision of the window melts away as cool cool feelings slide into their dream. ...{read more}

5 new poems by Sam Silva

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A STORY OF GLACIAL WATERS

You are a little older than me in years if not in heart. And if you, in the final cup you drink cause the trees and the clouds and the sun to sink I will know again what I really think

…the painful ugly cold of my soul and the withering of trees and the terror of storm

and a winter place as dark as coal near frigid seas under snows deep device

where icicles form and tears ….become ice…. ...{read more}

THE END OF THE WORLD THROUGH A FISH BOWL

Sam Silva - THE END OF THE WORLD THROUGH A FISH BOWL

In summer time I am an air conditioned icicle …in winter, the steam which haunts the house.

I will not go into the grocery store with you Rachel …I will ride along in the car and be a witness to the distant terror of the world. ...{read more}

Poems by Sam Silva: “Long Before the Peaceful Song” and “Hell as an Institution”

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LONG BEFORE THE PEACEFUL SONG

Sick in the dark before dawn irrupts shedding light on the need to sleep

the dead like me pondering their being against that sole thing unforgiven. ...{read more}

For the Woman Who Keeps My Forever

Digital art by D. Raphael

Digital art by D. Raphael

We struggle to appear as golden embers gone beyond days of the christchild drawing near when we get old…winter nights and brittle cold drowsy days and melting ice Februaries’ left over lights …the dusty tree! ...{read more}

4 poems by Sam Silva

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BLISS

Mindless piano trills from the online station …bright lights!, they might flicker to a migraine while a mind on the other side of me desires something else of the near to swallowed pain medication

…peace and pleasure!…the stalwarts of the sixties! ...{read more}