The Dance of Music

by BOB GALLO

Hand and guitar,
concave and convex...

The Supermarket of Goods

by BOB GALLO

The supermarket,
though filled with goods...

The Language of All

by BOB GALLO

All things interpret all other things—
each refracting the rest...

Apostasy

by BOB GALLO

Lo—
they crusade to crucify...

The pain upon my heart 1 WIN

by Ki-Eisha Rose

The pain upon my heart was carved
A wound I never sought or starved...

The Ghostly Whispers

by Ki-Eisha Rose

Day is fading it softly bows
The ghostly whispers rise somehow...

Muscle Memory (2) 3 WIN

by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko

Yes, I still hear your voice
echoing in those former alleyways...

The Unbalanced Scales

by BOB GALLO

Religions are the shadows
cast by the candle of Truth...

The Absence

by BOB GALLO

All speech is made
to vanish...

The soft pillow

by BOB GALLO

I am not looking for happiness.
Happiness is looking for me...

Waiting for Godot

by BOB GALLO

We are Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot,
the “Waiting for the Anti-Christ” deluxe...

Frequency of Alienation (a lament for the faithless )

by ddavidd

I called—
but nothing answered...