Longo-Geremia

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Sunday, May 8, 2016

poem

ART and ARTIFICE I don’t tell of sunny days, and past recollections of better times fill my heart with deep longing. the soul speaks its tragic truths of loss, pain and suffering. the heart speaks of broken promises and failed expectations. a dying man cries out to humanity for solace as he walks... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, May 7, 2016

poem

CHRISTMAS 1948 Up the block, make a left, two more blocks to the El trains screeching into the station way up high, spitting sparks, soot and steam. Mamma and me shopping for a Christmas tree –a forest of pine standing in a row, kept fresh in the recent snow. We lived with my father’s parents. That... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

poetry

BLACK WIDOW 1946 A large black-rimmed hat and black silk veil covered her face of ruby red lips and piercing dark eyes, and a smile that betrayed her lies she walked across the grass in mourning black, in a sensual dance swaying hips in motions slow. she was a friend to many men, and married some... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

poetry update

MOVEMENT Every movement I make Is a dance in slow motion, a poetry of the body in distress each thrust into the void delineates a certain grace beyond rigidity, and the sublimity of the spirit defying constriction of space. it is who we are we wareriors of the human race. Sign in to see full entry.

poem RE-POST

Summer 1947 [Grandma Longo:1874-1947] She walked in slow motion with the soft summer breeze black cotton dress swaying past her knees strands of white and yellow hair floating gently in the air the ponies had come that day grandma was blind I took her by the hand and she showed me the way Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, May 2, 2016

short story --repost

a short story Mr. Cappolla’s Horse: Part 1 Mr. Cappolla came down the street every Wednesday late morning in a horse-drawn pickup truck shouting in his own Italian a litany of fresh fruits and vegetables that he picked out on the docks of the lower west side of Manhatten. Suddenly they came to... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

poem

AS I LOOK BACK AND BEYOND My life was not of my own making; I was defined by circumstance and whatever choices I made would have brought me to this place alone and afraid. I know the purpose of my being I was to fill an empty space in an empty womb and carry through what another was to do. the years... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 29, 2016

poetry

THE RAW TRUTH I sleep in a recliner every night keep on a light not too bright head must be high not to aspirate, choke on my saliva, swallow the wrong way and try to breathe again lumbar muscles much too weak to push the junk out of my lungs. Pee in a bottle—for the “other” don’t ask, times I wish... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

poetry

FIRE IN THE HOLE I am shattered and broken beyond endurance yet I feel the fire of life still burning. I am electricity; electric blue, the elemental life force and the essence of Self that binds me to Creation. I am the way of all humanity: the Soul in a covenant of one, one among all, all into... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

poem

CRISE DE FOI Faith is the suppression of doubt, the failure of Reason to figure out what existence is about. we are blind to Truth masked behind false syllogisms for what may be a sin for one may be a virtue for another. we cover our heads in black veils and murmur litanies and prayers not sure that... Sign in to see full entry.

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