Maybe it’s too much to ask. I’d like my grandchildren to see the dying of a silver star. I doubt …
The Ballad of Clay Huntley (Profiles of ego series)
*the following poem was written in 2019 (c) David L O’Nan published in Reflections and Fevers of the Mind Poetry …
The Grim Reaper
I have a tattoo of the grim reaper On my left arm Though I have not journeyed with him I …
The Nobodies and The Photography of G.M.B. Akash
“The nobodies: nobody’s children, owners of nothing. The nobodies: the no ones, the nobodied, running like rabbits, dying through life, …
Weekly Feature | Fragile by Gayle J. Greenlea
photo : Peter Shefler, visual artist and poet We collide in a tender fugue reeds with slender necks jostling against …
I am: Always
Feather reign loft, the railing to soar against; implicit above all else; pilgrims rain-strike, stressing a pause) They flock like …
Some Season Like Christmas
December 2016, My father Peter O’Nan had been in a Veterans Center for several months. The whole year his health …
BREAKING NEWS! The Royal Middle Finger
Thank you, Royal Prince Charles the Brave for the posture of your middle one held high, in the receiving line. …
