Three poems by Sam Silva

THE LIGHT WITHIN THE DARKNESSChagall's celebrant Russian folklore foreshadowed somehow the deeper sadder island serenity of your dazzling palms which radiate tears and your portraits of tiny upper class Dominican girls decked in regalia for some ten year old coming out with harsh eyes that stare at the nothingness there.All the wedding, the carnival, the … [Read more...]

Poems by Sarah Stockton

North BeachYou are so lonely you chat up the dodgy guy parking cars at the Italian restaurant, the place you could never afford, not even a plate of lusted-after spaghetti but you are so hungry for conversation the garlic scented smile he tosses in the air becomes a white tablecloth of love. Even though you’ve never clearly seen his face in the diesel-scented … [Read more...]

Detroit, Airport

I am in Detroit and have not slept in a day It is the first snow of their year and I am thinking about the last words my grandfather said to me That I cannot rememberHere there is woman with a gentle face and humble watch Reading a book, hard white heavy cover, called “Husband’s Secret”, with a blood design lettering Across is a girl with black boots and black skin … [Read more...]

Wordsworth and the Beats: The Longevity of Influence

Although William Wordsworth once stated that he was “not a critic” and, in fact, “set little value upon the art” (Leitch 556), in his “Preface to Lyrical Ballads” he nevertheless proposed and discussed several controversial ideas that would become key components to his literary philosophy, securing the “Preface” as a significant and influential addition to the cannon of … [Read more...]

Four poems by Sam Silva

WHEN THE POET SEESThese facts appear like magic! Those abstract birds you made with wild paint on a tropical canvass seem to my failing eyes now a nocturne where such colors still keep swirling pure.Such a painting frames the world above my desktop next to shadow and lamp glow...idea and image fall this way suffuse with the patterned chaos of life my bony … [Read more...]

Drift Bottle Prose Poems

A Bottled Message I thought it was strange, the first one, mottled blue, corked, a paper coil that ticked when shook. It looks old, you said. It didn’t look old to me, a pale ale or soy sauce, something about the grooves on the bottom, something about the pure symmetry of lip, the clarity of glass free from bubble, blemish, nick. The gulls flapped above us. The runners spread … [Read more...]

New poems by Sam Silva

NATUREDarkness or a flickering computer light within are usually a good shield from mental marauders when the fruit is peeled to the fruit's cold core.And the world is molten ash with a warm thin crust hurtling through a huge cold vacuum and a little stellar dustwhich the artists choose to kiss. And a song makes sense to the serious aesthete in terms of … [Read more...]

Two poems by Nick D’Annunzio Jones

Good Morning, GodAt breakfast, I launch a small pink quasar into a black hole. Minutes later, receptors blocked, serotonin-flooded, my cosmos collapses; heaven-humming, orbiting hypomania, bang – a star is born!I also hear a comet talking: Side-effects include universal love, space dreams, moonwalking; if the urge to produce a paean about astro-pharmacology … [Read more...]