2 days agoRock City MarvelsMoss covered angular rocks jut from the earth, bathed in sunlight, dwarfed by a tower of sandstone. At times, the trail seems like a walk down 5th Avenue, along towering facades housing mice on treadmills, Not solid and staid like this monolithic mass. Man’s shadow leaves no trail of perpetuity like Earth’s birth canal, pushing out carved mountains that at once terrify and mystify shrunken people who can only photographPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Feb 12In the Name of SomeoneMy youthful myths were invented at my mother’s knee and St. Catherine’s, a conceived, delivered temple for ghosts who took of the bread in their ceremony of the dead and conformed to ceramic monuments with a list of saints that read Linus, Cletus, Clement, and Sixtus. Mea culpa. My moment…Poetry On Medium1 min readPoetry On Medium1 min read
Feb 12The GloamingBefore the orange ball of fire hides behind trees in the cemetery, Long Mountain, and the Blue Ridge, it lights up the peonies, wisteria, the stone sentinels, and farmlands carved into the hillside to the east, putting its positive glow on the petty worries of the day, the unfulfilled longings …Poetry On Medium1 min readPoetry On Medium1 min read
Nov 5, 2022The Curve of the LensThe curve of the lens bends the ray of light as it shifts to the delicate strand of web on the leaf. Brown edges betray the gold grandeur of autumn illuminated by the morning sun that quickly climbs to the top of Dickie Ridge only to move in an arc that hides the leaf’s glory, leaving it in silent splendor.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Oct 6, 2022Leaving Newark BehindLeaving Newark Behind The musty smell of moisture-laden Cotton and wool upholstery In 50s sedans Produces an irrational Revulsion… Perhaps it was the Motion sickness while Listening to “Three Little Fishies” Playing on the radio, The smoke from My parents’ L&M’s, and My father’s press and release Of the gas pedal again and…Poetry3 min readPoetry3 min read
Oct 4, 2022Lilies and Broken HeartsTaylor Cherefko 2/22/09–10/3/22 The day lilies are almost In bloom, struggling for A spot in the sun next To the cattails along the small Rivulet of water that Divides grasses, tall And thick from Rainstorms. The front yard is dotted With colorful frames that House swarms of bees And wild flower honey, Thick and sweet on the tongue. This is the meeting place Where friends gather To ascend Smith Run Road,Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Sep 26, 2022Unzipping My SkinPoetry is a physical, invisible source of light that peeks from holes inside of us; it is a voice for the physicality of eyes and fingers and a product of the process of healing from little scars and gaping eyes and ears of small children. A “journey of a nervous impulse,” it is an untreated spasm sifted in neurotic channels and recorded in words that flip Webster’s dictionary, leaving it to wanderPoetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Mar 8, 2022Gluing the AtomsMore space than matter, I wonder why I haven’t drifted apart from myself (though to be true, I have more than once), gluing the atoms together and forming what I thought I should be or what everyone else thought I was. Not recognizing the image that stares at me from the computer screen, I gaze into silver-backed glass and see a distorted etching of a face that seems pale and unfamiliar, with thinner lips, more lines,Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Mar 7, 2022Rearranging the BitsI take the bits and the forces that bond them together, and scramble them in the clouds above and in the bowels of the earth to rearrange the way I see myself in order not to fear the view. I see your skin touch the sky in splendor as you focus your will onto those bits and rearrange them into a pattern that is more pleasing to the eye of the soul, but with each passing day, each week, each month,Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Mar 6, 2022Lyme Regis~after Edgar James Maybery Though smaller than the cliffs of Folkestone and Dover, the cliffs of Lyme Regis bring back memories of sailing from England to Calais. This is a lonely landscape — a solitary boat in the still, open water and a cluster of masts, one bow, and a…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read