Poetry

"...our only defense against that indefensible repetition ..."

"the blue sky has nothing to tell me..."

"...they declare all manner of irresponsible comments..."

"...2024 is A lifetime away."

"...Maybe it is just as well if I can never find it..."

"...like black and white stills of some movie..."

"...living as someone else’s ghost in our everyday lives..."

"...Each of us, remote now, retreats to home..."

"...wind that skitters leaves across boulevards and prairies..."

"...The world contemplates, realigns its incongruities..."

"... what remains of your domicile     with walls the color of ash..."

"I love to tell the story..."

"...Your playing possum concluded our connection..."

"...random thoughts floated in the shadows..."

"...the sense of sinking in the shifting sands ..."

"...no soul or silver can take me out of you..."

"...my shadow joined me in this glee..."

"...as if I’d guessed his name from myriad possibilities..."

"...The heart speaks, there is no respite..."

Born and bred in New Jersey, Frank De Canio worked for many years in New York City. He loves music from Bach to Shakira to Amy Winehouse.

Kiromil Baroroh (she/her) is a writer based in Indonesia. She speaks through the written word, yet she also finds joy in visual arts and melody because words often fall short of capturing her emotions.

"Words can come from oracles..."

"...immortalize people, events, well known weekend secrets..."

"I’m way out here in a foreign land..."

"...As we slide over frozen winter marshes..."

"...Time runs with tides lashing the shores..."

"...At worst it always ended in teary, brutal bitterness..."

"...What are the dreams of music, where do they lead..."

"...like a chain gang breaking rocks..."