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In POETRY on October 11, 2016 at 1:10 pm

Poem by RK Wallace.

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Green Card alien,
standard two year probationary period;

no social

no medical

but there was free,
soda pop

A thousand bucks
for two hours in a hospital
bed, dehydrated from flu.
I was told to drink more
liquids, rehydrate
what they adopted two centuries ago as
Scottish Common Sense Realism,
but, the TV advert said we had to cut back because of the
water shortage in Southern California.

I was told I might experience some dizziness,
the virus was affecting my balance.
The doctor advised me,
“it’s like a military invasion, even when it leaves,
its imperialist presence can still be felt.”

An hour later my ex wife helped me
dribble out of the car,
morphined out of my face,
she could have been anyone.

I couldn’t stop laughing at the state
of the world, and myself.

A foreclosure sign
sprang up in the garden
of a neighbour’s home,
like the genetically modified
flowers on the beds
of the synthetic lawns
they once prided themselves
with. The tears of the night
street sprinklers started to engulf me.

The recycled waste
water felt like velvet
upon my drugged up skin.

However, when that wet layer of marine like
medical fog wore off,

I realised;

I could have taken a three thousand mile ride
on a jumbo jet back the U.K. for much cheaper than
a two mile ride in an ambulance or a fire truck,

instead of worrying about where my rent was
going to come from for the next two months.  

But that’s ok, some places even give you
free refills of salad and bread!

Poem by RK Wallace.

Photo by David McNew/Getty Images.


In POETRY on July 21, 2016 at 1:57 pm

Poem by Jared Fortunato.


Stars on the sidewalk  
cracked black granite set with gold
cigarette butts and styrofoam cups
litter the firmament beneath the feet
of defiant girls walking two abreast
icicle heel percussion  
igniting dust to crackle static charge  

Temples on the corner  
step ziggurat in plaster and neon  
spandex prayers and tinsel offerings
siren through air conditioned doorways
calling camera blind tourists  
forensic glass rituals   
sacrificing breath to the sun  

Poem by Jared Fortunato.

Photo by Jared Fortunato.


In POETRY on December 8, 2015 at 4:33 pm

Poem by Liliana Isella.


On Benedict Canyon, I get lost.
On a poisoned letter
through a naked chest
under a sunny lie.

The erratic road
to the ledbetter of my memories.

Valentine’s Day.
The key is forever close
and your gate is never coming.

Crimson smiles to soften your iced feel.
The dinner crumbles on the velvet altar
as the candle runs out of its last breath.

Under your porch, I light one.
The deaf wind of your absence
dances the miserable trail
of this famed curse.

Benedict, rock this end
in a dreamy cradle of bitterness
sips from needles through incurable veins
to end a river of stolen violets.

Bless this slumber
on the holy birthday of violence
dying leaves between silks of sacrilege
in a worn-out bed of scarlet photographs.

Waits to be forgiven
agonies to be buried
white flowers falling from blue shutters
into the last night of fire
of my breaking shiny mirrors.

Poem by Liliana Isella.

Photo: Elisa Rebeca Bridges.


In POETRY on March 24, 2015 at 3:12 pm

Poem by Liliana Isella.

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Now that I’m tied up to this floor
I can tell you.

I can tell you of the blood
the blood I spit in the silence you left
the blood I breathed in from the tears you gave me
the blood I painted all over the nights you stole away.

I miss you.
I miss the sun in your walls
I miss the summer up your stairs
I miss the sand in your hand.

You’re the arrow in my feet as they slide on this ocean of wood
you’re the touch in my hair as it breaks free from its duty
you’re the whisper on my skin as the piano plays our last note.

Poem by Liliana Isella.

Photo by Ballerina Project.


In POETRY on January 17, 2015 at 5:17 pm

Poesia di Liliana Isella.


entrare nei tuoi occhi
correre tra i tuoi pensieri
scivolare sulla tua voce

perdermi fra i tuoi respiri
inginocchiarmi fra le tue mani
baciare il tuo sapore

afferrassi le mie corde
spalancassi le mie porte
piegassi le mie ultime forze

nascondermi nel tuo nome
rifugiarmi fra le tue parole
sciogliermi nel tuo dolore.

Posia di Liliana Isella.


In POETRY on January 11, 2015 at 2:22 pm

Poem by Jonathan Doughty.


Actors are best at smoke and mirrors
So habits daylong but hidden confess
Talent’s torsion
Injecting that experience released in memory —
Likely along other tracks?
A mind expansive
And forward-thinking
Seeks a safe body

Salt earned and shed in a ring or cage, or
Back at bars on breaks from a stage
A life of liver shots, both

Dangerous recreation under blowing snow, both
While she climbed Everest then froze happy
He sniffled and smiled after-hours in Toronto

Honesty calls
All life
Successful risk
In a curved universe,
Running as fast as possible
Finds yourself slowly back where you began

Stop ahead

Poem by Jonathan Doughty.


In POETRY on September 1, 2014 at 3:16 pm

Poem by Liliana Isella.

you saw my theethless time
suns crushed on pearled ceilings
twilights in line on a highway of ice

life that cannot be stopped
by a ring of steel without its bride
by a white crinkled veil over a pillow of needles

empty promises under bridges of ocean
night of the seagull that slashed its wings
twisted crossroads of sunburst backs

now and ever, Los Angeles
your candles fire dreams
and all your stars go up in smoke.

Poem by Liliana Isella.

Photo by Alice Sienna.

che hai visto il mio tempo senza denti
soli spappolati su soffitti di perle
tramonti in fila su asfalti di ghiaccio

vita che non puo` essere fermata
da un anello d’acciaio senza sposa
dal velo d’un cuscino pieno d’aghi

promesse sotto ponti d’oceano
notti di gabbiani senza ali
crocevia di schiene assolate

ora e sempre, Los Angeles
le tue candele accendono sogni
e tutte le tue stelle vanno in fumo.

Poesia di Liliana Isella.

Foto di Alice Sienna.


In POETRY on March 26, 2013 at 7:59 pm

Poesia di Liliana Isella.

Mexican Lover


i dadi tirati

su un tavolo in discesa


le tue dita

fra il sudore della mia terra


i miei battiti

dentro il sale dei tuoi respiri


le tue note

all’ombra della mia pelle


le lune e i giorni

che rimpiangono i tuoi occhi.

Poesia di Liliana Isella.

Foto di Oriela Medellin Amieiro.


In POETRY on March 3, 2013 at 3:45 pm

Poesia di Liliana Isella.


Di te

ho raccolto tutte le lettere

messo da parte tutte le parole

nascosto tutti gli indizi.

Di te,

fessura di luce fra pini neri

buio fra pagine sfogliate

vento d’inverno su piste di sole.

Di te

ad una ad una copro le ferite

e do l’ultimo giro di chiave

alle  lame del tuo nome.

Poesia di Liliana Isella.

Foto di Massimo De Candido.


In POETRY on February 9, 2013 at 6:47 pm

Poesia di Liliana Isella.

Capiterai Max Furia 1


col prossimo pesce d’Aprile

fra i regali di compleanno

nella calza sopra il camino

o sulla lista sotto l’albero.


in un pomeriggio senza nome

in una sera da dimenticare

in un’inverno da finire

o in un’estate appena cominciata.


in un disegno sotto i passi

fra una canzone sulla sabbia

sul cartellone della pubblicita`

o in un caffe` di pagine sfogliate.


come la prima volta

come quella che non sei capitato ancora

e come l’ultima

che mai ti ho detto addio.

Poesia di Liliana Isella.

Foto di Max Furia.

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