poems by Babitha Marina Justin
Flamingo Dance
e-revista EgoPHobia - ISSN 1584-6210
Flamingo Dance
Homage to the Lark The dark rims of his glasses support the magnification of a world of darkness all his own. If I crawl to the vacant church falling emptily from love lost, a loneliness less empty commences per the congregated silences to have fallen through the years. Voices in a sacral act echoing a […]
by Thomas Elson I had driven through the bleached and battered downtown. Across the railroad tracks – once six tracks wide, now two, then the highway – once two-lanes, now four, and entered a neighborhood unseen in over fifty years. The town’s familiar acrid and mossy odors crept through the car vent. Not much […]
by Harris Coverley I am an engine White with heat Pistons lubed
by Oliviu Crâznic Le-Fin-de-Siècle of my youth: The boys were cool, the girls were hot; “We live in freedom” was the rule – It was my time, and now it`s not.
by Larry Smith The sculptor who accompanied Alexander the Great to the Peshawar basin muses on the triumph of the Hellenes… . Undid the Aspasioi undid the Assakenoi undid other Assakenoi at Aornos undid the Asanenoi at Attock
by DC Diamondopolous Drunk and stoned, Scott staggered out the door of the Whiskey a Go Go and into the night. A blurred neon sign from the Sunset Strip flickered and shuddered through the ebb-and-flow haze that hovered from his high. The notice to appear before the local draft board was crumpled deep in the […]
Under the Skin Would I fain not peel these subterfuges Neatly, like a banana’s yellow shell Off these your eyes locked in a forced slumber?
Last Night We curled around one another and let the night drift in through the window and wash over us
The Warble The warble, round like the earth and its sky, land colors