Coffee Shop Revolutionaries

1936 had been a good year for L'impero. The small café had erupted into a full restaurant overnight after years of dormancy. The quaint little establishment had sat in an unpronounced corner of Napoli since 1927. Today, the restaurant was full of hustle and bustle, attracting more than 300 people every day. The restaurant had ...

Figurative Monsters

Please stand back and give me air, I swear that it was just right there. Dark and dreary colors wear, I stare at that which is not fair. I'll take a moment to remember: forces gash and then dismember. Visions of hot coal and ember, though it was frigid, late December: They tried to instill ...

What to Say

Take me from this place, To the place where you go. Take me to a place Where lips stained with roses Excite my body, Ignite my soul, Where the Sun always rises and seizes control Of the pain that I feel as the cold takes its toll. Simply breathing but I’ll never know The taste of ...

The Fifth and Most Fleeting

Which sense can we delight in most, The one most oft forgotten? Whose beauty travels through the air; Reminders of begotten. Like a rose, she lingers. Fragrance speaks her story fair. The fullness of my mind and heart; The whole aroma of her hair. Like a bouquet bestowed upon me, Melodic circles in the air, ...

Sway and Rest

Insignificant; Might just be the correct word. Like a blade of grass. The sway and rest, and sway and rest; A slave to wind and rolling breeze. The eyes do not see play and jest, The sway and rest, following the trees: The grass that grows and grass we cut, We possess the blades that ...

To Say of Nothing

Back me not into a corner; For I will kick and scratch and bite. Give me not a route to run; For I will flee and never fight. Pay me not your best attention; For at best I find words fickle. Judge me not upon my actions; For I do not command a sickle. Give ...

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