The Brooklyn New York Times Out Loud with Jonny Gowanus provides a unique mix of Argument and Literature. The argument stems from current events, as well as those political legal, philosophical and religious topics your momma told you to steer clear of at cocktail parties. The literature is original poetry, stories, drama, music and moving [...]
Death be not proud, Death be a shroud. It will come with certainty, It will come sleepily, If you are one cast of vision Distinguishing the view from prison. Life gives time To consider earnestly Which path to walk all gingerly Some race, some trace But wisdom is pace, and position. For there you are [...]
Thank you to CopiousMagazine.com for posting my poem Bacchus’s Villanelle. Click here to visit their site and read the poem.
Thru to the forest to the petrified trees to mountains it seems with a file he tries, Beautiful waits and wonders how he’ll fare as beautiful black blindly stares. Juxtaposed are they causing each to flail, effects of style begets two steps back. Beautiful black begins to file with no regard to his effects [...]
Walking in, seeping through, skipping somewhere unto. Looking hard, darting abroad, far and away inside Journeys a man emerging, with a boy, an army In One. Stinging shrubs, mushy foot grubs on neck licking bugs, All consecrate a Distant purpose against that sweet emergence Journeying In One beyond the common stage bargain. [...]
Just which New Yorker are you? Are you the New Yorker who Started here Came here Sent someone here Became here? Are you the New Yorker who Walks the streets Hibernates in rent control Fights for the bucks because you deserve it, you need it, you want it. Are you the New Yorker who [...]
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither’d leaves, to quicken a new birth; And, by the incarnation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguish’d hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind. Percy Bysshe Shelly
Society doubles ‘round Without knowing one way or the other So to each other we are bound That makes all of us brothers While in transit we look for cover Moving without making a sound Floating and hover’ng Society doubles ‘round Twat if ideas were our ground Yet we want them smothered Churning [...]
O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather=d every rack, the prize we sought is won; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But O heart! Heart! Heart! O bleeeding drops of red, [...]
There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. [...]