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You Told Me
Poetry

You Told Me

You told me you love yellow roses this one sweet fragrance of soft melting sunshine open for ever is for you Joseph M. Felser is a Phi Beta Kappa graduate of Boston University, and received his Ph.D. in philosophy from The University of Chicago. On the faculty at Kingsborough Community College/CUNY in Brooklyn since 1997, … Continue reading

Icarus
Poetry

Icarus

All he left you was the fear of flying – the accidental tilt of gravity against the air and pull of atmosphere that cracked the ceiling of your bedroom. You thought he must be Icarus from the scent that tattered the sheets and the soft, white down you mistook for rapture – a sweet tryst … Continue reading

Roses
Poetry

Roses

They say the last rose of summer is low born – a slow moving blossom that bears a crooked stem. Pluck it carefully, tender color to raise the dull dusk of your dress; flush it pale and perfect along your thighs. You move through the trees like pelerines at the fair, carrying it in your … Continue reading

Fade to White
Poetry

Fade to White

Take me to the wild wide edge of blue and I shall dream of angels, arms tapering into clouds, and women in white and the moths’ soft mouths that mock my oaths. I shall sleep among the stones and the pale trees that grow beneath the ground – like giants swallowing the dusk. And I … Continue reading

Past Present
Poetry

Past Present

A strong thunder storm rages across New York City, thunder, lightning, torrential rain besieges the urbanites huddled indoors dry and safe, not unlike distant forebears huddled in caves, reasonably dry, not necessarily safe, similar to modern man retreating from nature. But the caves lacked HDTV, the internet, which consoles viewers, until interference ends satellite transmission. … Continue reading