Narco Trips and Stasis Ugly men not mean as a rule but stunted and demented full of strange patterns that their dreams journey on at night ...some nights, though, are sleepless ...they mutter against a droning TV where the Amazon channel plays … [Read more...]
Blue Heart Jazz: Paintings by Rachel Davis and Poems by Sam Silva
MIDNIGHT CALLS A POEM Midnight calls a poem for empty prayers or empty praise and now I am alone in the shell of the dark after that bored terror of the days ...and soon I will be a bird, a dove, a crow, a dizzy lark in a lullaby meant for … [Read more...]
Prayers Made Out of Christmas: Poems
PRAYERS MADE OUT OF CHRISTMAS Bach fugues and silence! That organ within my mind exhales the snapped note toward darkness ...and outside the days lean and wait for snow or drizzle to insulate whatever dreams of Jesus and the Virgin are still … [Read more...]
An Old Near Abandoned Kitchen: Poems
AN OLD NEAR ABANDONED KITCHEN In that crypt where dead thoughts are stashed these classical notes wander my brain and peel off the scents of musty numb and muted pain born of the music of the dead ...a sacrament of crumbs in the drain from … [Read more...]
A Different Inspiration: Poems
A Different Inspiration Flashes of epileptic light induce the brains of the spiritually dead to turn their thoughts from blood-drunk Hades and the muddy rivers of their sleep ...and to inch their eyes somewhat skyward beyond the life of earthen … [Read more...]
Carolina Ends in Deep August: Poems
CAROLINA ENDS IN DEEP AUGUST Friends!, how the heat of this day has worn me ...this long eternal summer extended as if without hint of sunset. And the light outside forces retreat toward concave shelters of shadow extended like a cool dark … [Read more...]
Where We Got Our Cool: Poems
WHERE WE GOT OUR COOL Jazz within the sky ...gold upon this purple swamp ...this bebop swank of lullaby where angels sell their poetry for that treasure of a girl's sweet thigh thrust upward on the dew and damp where river bank meets … [Read more...]
Computer Classical Radio: Four poems
COMPUTER CLASSICAL RADIO Alluvial!...floatation of notes in a river of sound where fingers somewhere dance on a keyboard Nature! Nature! in a watery sight ..in the brain ...in the heart ...such fluids abound as would take me there also on … [Read more...]
A Stranger’s Education in the Arts: Poems
A STRANGER'S EDUCATION IN THE ARTS A brain with its echoes finds constancy in classical romantic serenade and a mirror in the later centuries' leap into expressionism dancing close to jazz. My pen burned its dull flame in visions of the … [Read more...]
4 Spring Poems
ACHE AWAKENING In a moment where the yard explodes in air about infested with sky blue expanse in twigs straining to bud near left over winter mud and cars rip by in dense exhaust ...mirrored exhalation of our chants. April's murder on the … [Read more...]
Five poems by Sam Silva
MUSICAL STILL LIFE WITH COMPUTER Guitar serenade ...the plucked harp of my soul lingers as well in the cave I made of my heart with its hole echoing through computer wires with their flickering lights like electric fires. WHAT SAY YOU … [Read more...]
A Song Which the Artist Inspires: Poems
A SONG WHICH THE ARTIST INSPIRES Angel of my thoughts and dreams! Painter of my dusty soul in earthen portrait. Fire around the darkened coal lit alive by such desire. Love like this comes only once! No one else could take me there except for … [Read more...]
The Light Within the Darkness & 2 More Poems
THE LIGHT WITHIN THE DARKNESS Chagall'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 … [Read more...]
Four poems by Sam Silva
WHEN THE POET SEES These 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 … [Read more...]
In a Time Under Morning’s Spell: Poems
NATURE Darkness 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 … [Read more...]
7 new poems by Sam Silva
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! In a little room I call my friends and … [Read more...]
What the Lower Mind Discerns
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 … [Read more...]
Pagan Days
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 … [Read more...]
Histories of a Small Southern Town / What Happens With Our Greed
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. It will come and the steam will rise like passion though such bones ache … [Read more...]
Summer’s Onslaught Edging Into May
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 … [Read more...]
5 Poems by Sam Silva
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 … [Read more...]
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. Images pass … [Read more...]
Long Before the Peaceful Song: Poems
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. There is nothing to hold onto here ..a cigarette!, an empty … [Read more...]
For the Woman Who Keeps My Forever
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! ...the old TV! ...the ornaments … [Read more...]
4 poems by Sam Silva
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 … [Read more...]
Once As a Child and Long Ago: Seven Poems
ONCE AS A CHILD AND LONG AGO Once as a child and long ago I was in love with the idea of junk with Peter Pan and Cheerios and the sacred high of the great TV and blue songs which Bob Dylan sang ...the morning! Mr tambourine ...to be … [Read more...]
Things Happen and three other poems
THINGS HAPPEN Thank God these days I sleep and dream! Things happen ...it is inevitable!, this angry wrangling of the nerves in a place that feels like Hell or a paranoid respite full of anxious passion which can die down to a calm. And … [Read more...]
