Poetry

"...What if we agree to only fall into us..."

"...mouth yapping and his finger wagging..."

"...trying to remember her..."

"...She was always calm, careful and elegant..."

Nolo Segundo is the pen name of a retired teacher, 74, who in 4 years has been published in 35 lit mags online/in print in the U.S., U.K., Canada, Romania, and India.

"...Remember that couple?.."

"...wrap me up in love and joy abounds..."

"If we came away with any lasting image from your planet..."

"...Imagination not restrained by our frontiers..."

"...I desire silence over false praise..."

"met an old buddy on the street..."

"...hedonism as enraged expression..."

"...No-one knows the full story...."

"...let me unlock your feats, your benefits..."

"...Man accuses man for The spread of the virus..."

"...Already a hive, the mind's on overtime..."

Long has taught school at the University of North Texas, North Carolina State University, and Saint Louis University. He is now retired and lives with his wife, Kathleen Farrell, in Saint Louis, Missouri, writes a blog entitled "Out the Backroom Window," and plans to expand Backroom Window Press into a small press publishing venture.

"...Trying to scribble over what cannot be unwritten..."

"...Who else could completely miss the white cue ball with his stick..."

"...black and white photos of the dead..."

"...dark places where light is just a flicker of hope..."

"...A line escaped from my friend's poem..."

"...you begin to see the rollercoaster in everything..."

"...Mount Nyiragongo... As if it had been waiting for darkness..."

"...Could the world endure two of me?.."

"...Impatiently waiting for that Tuesday morning class to end..."

Giovanni Mangiante is a poet from Lima, Peru. He has work published in Newington Blue Press, Rusty Truck, The Daily Drunk, Anti-Heroin Chic, Heroin Love Songs, Rat's Ass Review, Three Rooms Press, Fearsome Critters, and more. In writing, he found a way to cope with BPD.

"...my thoughts are turning into clouds...

"...this crapshoot of life crushed my dreams..."

"...Knowing fully well that they are all they've got and so they stick together in unity...