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, … [Read more...]
Once As a Child and Long Ago: seven poems by Sam Silva
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 … [Read more...]
Things Happen and three other poems by Sam Silva
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 … [Read more...]
