Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...stock letter nonsense with the name penciled in..."
"... So fold up Aladdin’s carpet..."
"...smothered his fire, turned his lights gray..."
"...How dare these petals risk the sharps..."
"...scent of radiant sunlight warming black-eyed susans..."
"...United in their love of the natural world..."
"...Abroad, afar, a distant drum cajoles with dead hypnotic dirge..."
"...the man who brought the baby moose into his house..."
"...I stepped on an underground hornet’s nest..."
"...and always the sound of trains in the distance..."
"...we were in love, I thought or I presumed..."
"...So much pain..."
"...Me and Hazel. In the park..."
"...One is unintended, the other is purposed..."
"...I hear your voice, fragmented words in thunder..."
"...I see faces I haven’t seen in a long time..."
"...like a final embrace..."
"...the backyard of my boyhood home..."
"...Hopes were adorned with the first ray of dawn..."
Fhen M. is a poet. He was a writing fellow in a creative writing workshop. His poems were published in many poetry anthologies.
Paulette Calasibetta , a retired interior designer has been writing poetry for seven years. Living in a pastoral village in New Jersey, inspired by the landscape, reflecting on extraordinary places and extraordinary people that shape ordinary life.
"Awakening to the call and response of geese..."
"...Critics say things are rushed in this frantic, fast-paced craze..."
"...It has windows cracked and dirty, a vision obscured..."
"...the river glimpsed through roadside trees, the Androscoggin..."
"Fruit flies atop of beer..."
"...a veil without form, a cosmic void..."
"...observe nature’s fragile menagerie..."
"They didn’t hire her for her acting..."
