It was a crazy journey That started from the arrival At a destination unknown The traveller wandered fearfully The host wrapped it beautifully The journey began strong It faded with the clicking clock As traveller alongside host Journeyed from traffic…
Poetry
*Ode to A Russet Crowness*
What asteriated moon stone Exceeds the splendour of your sapphire eyes? What milk pearl The cream of your gleaming skin? Your placid smile, which tames Cerberus pursues from my marrow strife The plethora of El Dorado becomes as slur, when…
Port Byron poet finds inspiration in the everyday
Like his bond with the earth, Salvatore Marici sows literary seeds and tends to them until they grow into meaningful, uncommon poems. “This is accessible stuff, poetry for the masses,” the 61-year-old Chicago native said Tuesday at the Bettendorf Public Library,…
The Yorkshire Post Says: In a relentless age, why Yorkshire’s poetry village needs our support
Yorkshire has a grand tradition when it comes to poetry. This is the county where Andrew Marvell and Ted Hughes were both born and raised, while another literary titan, Philip Larkin, made Hull his home for the last 30 years…
Black Waters
The Psyche stumbles, as rainfalls descend, it stumbles into a lake of darkness. Gradually, I sink into endlessness, this submerging force drowns me, as if damned, the algid waters bone-chill my system, I know I drown, yet I feel no…
Poetry on the political end of the spectrum
THE NEW poetry collections by Karen J McDonnell, This Little World published by Doire Press, and Butterflies Of A Bad Summer, by Karl Parkinson, published by Salmon, have two things in common. Both are by writers early on in their careers – McDonnell’s…
‘Endless Poetry’: Alejandro Jodorowsky, in dialogue with himself
Alejandro Jodorowsky, right, tells an autobiographical tale in which the unpredictable filmmaker guides his own story and essentially advises himself at different stages of his life. (Satori Films/ABKCO) In the fearless, unpredictable cinema of Chilean-born director Alejandro Jodorowsky, you will…
Your Eyeness
In the eyefulness of the firmament, the wooly chariots of the dreamy high, do the words “drop-dead damsel” amplify. In sacred writ I portray my delight: Your beauty rhetoric as orature, needs not the ink of musing to define. Alas!…
