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Drinking With Art Majors

Sipping on her green drink turning to her girlfriend her lips move and sound comes out “Remember that Dadaism rejected the prevailing standards of art through anti-art in order to ridicule the meaninglessness of life in the modern world; that … Continue reading

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Bones

The bones of Richard III Curious things bones; signifying substance and frailty resolve and vulnerability  life and death If there is anything reverent about life it lies in the sad indifference of naked bones, stripped of individuality for under our … Continue reading

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Gifts from Crows

Dim December’s light breaking dawn of Winter’s night reveals a naked frozen bough hosting the chorus of crows rousing us to a morning thick in ice where nothing flows save time alone leaving tiny gifts in the feeder cleared of … Continue reading

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Exodus

We  used to live by an ancient Roman road where the chalk gave way to clay then to grandfather’s fertile garden   lemon trees and vines. Now we walk in the footprint of the Legions passed the iron age fort … Continue reading

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Peace Comes – a Re-post

for Memorial Day – a peace poem Until peace comes we bear the storm; thunder and lightning sturm und drang for blind are each man’s eyes seeing not humanity in the “other”; we stumble and do not understand, nor realize by … Continue reading

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If Poetry Could Raise the Dead

For Memorial Day – seventh in a series of Toritto’s war poetry If poetry could raise the dead the earth would bleed where they had bled to flow back into fallen soldiers  who would rise, young and filled with wonder … Continue reading

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The Messenger – 1967

for Memorial Day – seventh in a series of Toritto’s war poetry When your son was killed that Summer night you were filling up the car; you didn’t know ‘till you saw my face what I already knew. While you … Continue reading

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Winged Victory

For Memorial Day – Sixth in a series of Toritto’s war poetry Moc Chau, Vietnam The fields are fully green again where only yesterday was shed wild blood of exuberant youth beauteous youth their blood staining the earth still, though … Continue reading

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Summer – 1914

For upcoming Memorial Day -fifth in a series of Torrito’s war poetry   It was a Summer of banners, awash in tunics, red and blue bedecked with golden epaulets black boots, silver stirrups pipes, drums, trumpets and Tatoo. It was … Continue reading

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Soldier Boy

Written during the height of the Iraq War and the great recession.  For upcoming Memorial Day – fourth in the series of Torrito’s war poetry Unemployed for fourteen months bank foreclosing on our home moving into grandpa’s place can’t support … Continue reading

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