They swoop in small murdersfrom one church steeple to the next like some low-budget, religious-themedsequel to that Hitchcock film. They congregate in alleys behindcoffee shops and empty retail storefronts crumbling into their own emptiness.They interrupt downtown traffic, our local crows, morning, noon and night,no respect at all for the ritual of rush hour or … [Read more...] about As Crows Fly, By: Brian Beatty
Seriously Will, By: Eli Tevis
I would imagine all the pressure and scrutiny seemed insurmountableAnd as the rumors get louder you feel less and less powerfulBecause you tried everything to keep your marriage out the newsWhen all you really had to do, was hold your wife accountable It was dope that you would go through so much to impress her,Til you turned into Buddy love on the nutty … [Read more...] about Seriously Will, By: Eli Tevis
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 – III. Effusion – In The Pleasure-Ground On The Banks Of The Bran, Near Dunkeld, By: William Wordsworth
What He who, 'mid the kindred throngOf Heroes that inspired his song,Doth yet frequent the hill of storms,The stars dim-twinkling through their forms!What! Ossian here, a painted Thrall,Mute fixture on a stuccoed wall;To serve, an unsuspected screenFor show that must not yet be seen;And, when the moment comes, to partAnd vanish by mysterious art;Head, harp, and body, split … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 – III. Effusion – In The Pleasure-Ground On The Banks Of The Bran, Near Dunkeld, By: William Wordsworth
An Inflection Scene For A Film Script, By: Ron Tobey
In dreams I say goodbye to dead friendssome recent others of long agolast night my deceased visitor is youngwe talk about his professional workseveral decades after we last visited“tail-gunner” as you were known23 flights in bombers over Germanya miracle of survival as the average bomberlasts only 7 runsagainst Hitler’s Focke-Wulf FW-190sand anti-aircraft gunsyou enter the … [Read more...] about An Inflection Scene For A Film Script, By: Ron Tobey
Clarion, By: Paul White
standing at the bridge of empty welcomeswatching shadows feast there and reclaim you,sensing that the worst was yet to come,i blew long deep trenches heavy in your way; rained scars and wounds - more than necessary -aching pain solely to undermine you.scrambling fumbling ever ever onwardsyou cried and laughed at what we had become. my heart so torn, in pieces … [Read more...] about Clarion, By: Paul White