Poetry

"...what my eyes saw wasn’t an illusion, but reality..."

"...Engines roaring as those few years raced by..."

"...She got completely lost in his maze..."

"... I tuned into an unconscious space..."

Art as poem, poem as art...

"...I rehave fondmems of stalenows and felts longgo..."

"...she’s there to give comfort, even joy..."

Darrell Petska is a retired university engineering editor and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Father of five and grandfather of seven, he lives near Madison, Wisconsin with his wife of more than 50 years.

"...we’re not there yet..."

"...Failing health… Failing values… Failing familial ties…"

"Say you join a writers’ Facebook group..."

"...call the emptiness that called us..."

"...No one seems to care either way..."

"...Will you remember me in ten years?..."

"...I must have not wanted it..."

"...A repellant death mask..."

"...beyond propaganda and prejudice..."

"... Koel river picks echoes of the Palamau forest..."

"...Revelations are born in moments of great understanding..."

"...questions that are, were; have been alive in my mind..."

"...Suppose some office-bearers were AI chatbots..."

"...The union of dead volcanoes and roses..."

"...You might even call it a retreat..."

"...the beginning of great things..."

"...Face front, two privet edge, alone..."

"No one believes me..."

"...Jim Beam always knew the right thing to say..."

"...neighbors came to sympathize and help..."

"...Constituting 42%- 52% of general web traffic, bots have a say..."

"...filters to upload a blemish-free reality..."