Poetry

By Lori Primavera 1. Soured Passages Today that train was not welcome visitor The whistle was a harsh bitter blow to my sensitive ears -not the magical sound it used to be That train carrying images of sunny new places, other lives and future smiles that sound wooing me with […]

  if i could have smoked in prison i’d still be there… i walked out front and lit up furiously… the fag tasted like dizzy champagne… black pink poison gray wisps of frozen breath….

Singles She was a beauty like I’d never seen She was a force I’d never tried to handle She was only in town for the day I was only there for the nights   When we both arrived at the bar Neither of us knew exactly What our night would […]

tonight I am mindful but not of the now but of tomorrow the Race and my place in it all a fate long accepted by most it’s 8 o clock tea and toast caught in the net caught in the dream meaningless drivel abounds on TV Out you go play a part build […]

1 of 2 ‘Birds of a feather’  he never grew old and boring fun sensitive oozing sincerity a gentle and playful creature life ain’t gonna last. he knows. but he won’t give in. no point. the fluttering pages of a book in the wind. it’s happening right now. time has […]

‘Love is’ love is not just a word. love is movement. love is effort. love is energy. she loves as she’s been taught. and there was love in abundance. a loving family. they love each other as a moon orbits a planet. steady, regular and secure. she is my world. […]

‘James’ oil and water don’t mix. neither do human beings without connection. today I met a friend. he is vibrant, positive, sensitive. talented on the world stage. friendships expand our worth. there is nothing more satisfying to the ruminating mind than to find substance in another. It evolves us. Comforts. […]

‘For Will’ his talents were shared by a kind hearted Dub (Dubliner).  he whistled like the birds and fit like a glove. beneath his exterior glowed a spirit of the ages who had battled himself and come up trumps. an artist, observer and possessed by words. he lives in a […]