Category Archives: Poetry

Dig! says the Monkey… San Francisco Hand Spiders walk, cross legged natural darkness creeps across a once brazen horizon San Francisco will not sleep yet San Francisco only draws a breath The City by the Bay They all say… An entertaining place to waste your time in free movements across a desert of cultural vicissitudes. […]

Boots XIV Boots dragged the small body over the pile of blades. He swung the little boy high into the air, high above the bodies of his dead parents. Someday, a woman will trace the long white scars on your back and ask where they came from. Boots kicked the boy. If your child is […]

Doing the Un-Haiku Coooool Voooodooo! Blue Haiku Freddie Freeloader walks in with a long face and a sad little book Kite Haiku It was windy today and I went outside string to the sky I rode a cloud #3 White wallpaper sitting in my room cigarettes I’ve smoked at least two Green Memories of old […]

I am Rosa Clement, a wife, a mother of two girls, a computer programmer, and what I most like to be: a poet. I’m also a Brazilian who lived in Hawaii for the last five years and now has returned home. In Hawaii, I started writing poems, something I always thought of doing since I […]

6 Poems by Richard Fein SEEKING A UNIVERSALLY ACCEPTED PRAYER FOR PUBLIC SCHOOLS What is the divine name? What is the comforting noun to invoke, when worshipers can’t even agree on number or gender? Call to an amorphous entity— one that is a unity with rocks, water, trees, and human souls— then where is the […]

Curt Walheim came back to the U.S. Three months strolling the hills and streets on the soil of Ol’ Europa, digging the old beat and living large. He sent my monkey a message from an old civilalization lazy and sleeping now, but firm within the soil beneath all of our feet. BeeBop There is no […]

Lyrical Insight on a Greasy Monkey’s 4th of July Bash… 4th of July At Carpenter Avenue on the 4th of July we really had a ball. And do you know the reason why? The answer is simple, The truth lies bare, It all boiled down to the people who were there. There was Foster the […]