Djane Ki, Allow Me To Insist, From Vagari E​.​P., LBA-KI-CD7, La Bande Adhésive, (Digital Album),

Soul Food - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Lee Travathan from Pixabay “Live in the layers, not on the litter” Stanley Kunitz Soul FoodSome fruits hold delightbehind a jacket of skin,a bananaan orange mmm mango,some fruits -a strawberryso smallthere is nothing yetit is everything at once,but the pomegranate needs timethe right time,patience a woundinga diggingdeeperfor the arils,seeds of sweetnessunlike any other fruit,like…

View On WordPress

Roast Gaza For Christmas - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: A Palestinian woman sitting in rubble – from the Sydney Morning Herald via Bloomberg. (Story – Amnesty Accuses Israel of Genocide in Gaza). “My city’s streets are nameless. If a Palestinian gets killed by a sniper or a drone, we name the street after them.” Mosab Abu Toha It’s not even Christmas yet and my stomach aches! Roast Gaza For ChristmasI'll havethose soft propaganda rollswith…

View On WordPress

On Second Thoughts - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Victoria from Pixabay “The hours and seasons are sometimes a flowering, sometimes a disappearance” David Whyte On Second ThoughtsBeware the the time gobblerwho stalks in recommendationsjudgementsloaded advicesweet expertise -said the dentist, flosssaid the hygienist, twominutes of brush,said the doctor, walkingsaid the dietician, some prepsaid the food guru, this methodsaid the guide,…

View On WordPress

Not Seeing - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Наталия Когут from Pixabay “Always too eager for the future, we pick up bad habits of expectancy” Phillip Larkin Not SeeingThe gaze,le regard,what catches the eyewhere am I fixed with intent to exclusion,are there any new movementsto beat the syncopated repetitionof the daily urban ballet soinfused it is now tasteless,invisible, and yet not a partof my breath, it is…

View On WordPress

Cyborgery - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a sci-fi poem. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Diving Into The Genre Of Sci-fi Poetry Image: pixabay.com “I enter your secret places with my mind” Allen Ginsberg Cyborgery Your hairwhen rainedcarries indelible memorysensory overloadwithout data offerings,only the hive will make context equate,even now the rise of your breastuneven chant…

View On WordPress

For The Love Of The Planet - Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Grace is hosting Poetry Forms with an invitation to write a complaint – Complaint, sometimes called Jeremiad is a genre of poetry that carries a theme of bitter sorrow. The rhetoric is “rails against cruel fate” . By the Middle Ages there were loosely 3 types of Complaint: satirical poems exposing evil in the world. dididactic verse focusing on the decline of someone “great”…

View On WordPress

When Spoken - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Image by Mircea Iancu from Pixabay “… our voices growing vague and weary as time passes …” Charlie Smith When SpokenSomeone once claimed a talking dogI only heard circumstantial barking,the neighbour's parrot said hello butit had no existential knowledgejust a parrots mnemonic respone,I have wordsbut what are they,I read somewhere that wordswhen spokenmean the opposite of said things,that…

View On WordPress

(via Desiring Feathers - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon)

Mystery - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Mish is hosting poetics with an invitation to personify an abstraction. For more information follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Personifying The Abstract Image by Matthew Anderson from Pixabay “And the mystery sang alive” William Wordsworth MysteryMystery is emanations/he is gentle presencea bolt of silk in a light breezeh/er eyes are dark poolsthough never…

View On WordPress

Not Wanting To Believe - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo: dupreestrees.com “monstrum horrendum, informe, ingens, cui lumen ademptum” Virgil ‘The Aeneid’ Book 3 – line 658 (trans – “a huge horrible monster whose light has been taken away” or “A monster frightful, immense, with sight removed” – Polyphemus, or Cyclops) Not Wanting To BelieveThe tree died before it diedit was, to the eye, fully aliveand yet it was dead to its core,just the shoots…

View On WordPress