About Sam Silva

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...]

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 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 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 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 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 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 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...]

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...]

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 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 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...]

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...]

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...]

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...]

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...]

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 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...]