Poetry

"...go out without feeling self-conscious...."

"...We visited the island this morn..."

"...I have seen you working diligently in the kitchen..."

"...I can understand the cheering when watching fences fall..."

"...discarding scripted golden eternities..."

"...Never know Fear ever again."

"...wildfires that were raging across that country in North America..."

"...our yet a while still lovely cerulean planet..."

"...refusing to talk second chances or a third time around..."

"...where heather bushed in purple rug..."

"...Let us quarrel until the world ends..."

"...He was called The Pocket Hercules..."

"...hiding what lay beneath..."

"... autumn but feels like the best summers day..."

"...a visual delight..."

John P. Drudge is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology. He is the author of four books of poetry.

"...I catch a glimpse of you or so I think..."

Salvatore Difalco is a Sicilian Canadian poet and short story writer currently living in Toronto.

"...Old enough to learn from your mistakes ..."

"...think about the ocean as it begins to rain..."

",,,Caramel-flavored mouthfuls of moving sunlight..."

"...Is it right to supplicate God with a roll call?..."

"...The odor of neglect and scarcity..."

"...I asked you why you never let me go..."

"...Why did I not see old people when I was young..."

"...they've got fifteen extra years to sin like mad..."

"...Each ripple returning from shoreline to source..."

"...More than a Christmas gift..."

"...We fathers-in-law meet periodically...."

"...is there a point in pondering implausible scenarios..."