Poetry

"...I delight in the warmth of the eternity..."

"...Think of unthinkable words prefixed with un-..."

"...Cups of tea, evening snack together..."

"...I have prepared some gifts for you..."

"...when the worlds collided, waging war on innocence...."

"...A war on a foreign soil That they did not cause..."

"The news the Soviets had launched Sputnik..."

"...something not really there but the ideal..."

"...Pale sunshine may give way to rain..."

"...there was a global conspiracy theory..."

"...searched my memory and my imagination..."

"...He was surprised and happy to see me..."

"...with these hands I smear colours -- mauve, scarlet, pink..."

"...The tales of our past move through the air like a rocket in space..."

"...an unflinching desire that sometimes fills me..."

"...Like a foot thirty years barely beating..."

"...let us ease into the realm of technology..."

"...Looking back… Looking ahead…"

bio

"...Silence has a way of telling stories..."

"...Don't ever let me go..."

Michael Ceraolo is a 65-year-old retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet.

"...you did something, and think yourself so important..."

"...A final farewell her body left on the silk..."

"...Cadavers, too, come with a sell-by date...."

"...This is serious business for the government. It’s no laughing matter..."

"...Down from the house wild iris, lawns rife with bluebonnets..."

K.G. Munro is an author and poet residing in the mountains. When she isn't writing she does yoga.

"...I watched the light of a dozen dead stars..."

"...so I don't really get a day of rest..."