People with ponds in their backyards often have quiet houses with tight windows. I wonder if you have standing water? There are twisted lists …
Generalized Anxiety Disorder Series: The Shadow that Rests Inside my Skeleton
So, yeah I’ve got Generalized Anxiety Disorder. It is something that is an everyday battle between all possible anxiety one can have at any given …
Inventing the Other
A walking question mark, eyes set on a dead Jerusalem, his right hand pumping some terrible piston, up the lane, past the stagnant pond, into …
A poem an hour
I whip out a poem every hour on the hour. I am the convenience store of hot poems, styrofoam words, a variety of day-glow colors. …
Weekly Feature| The Gutting by Jeremy Proehl
My father hauled a dead sea turtle from a beach in the Florida Keys he coveted that shell, he’d seen one on a restaurant wall. …
Press Mute
Press mute And all your worries Shall go to hell And stay there For all I care. Close, I’m close To seeing your brute face …
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 & Art Digest. …
The Grim Reaper
I have a tattoo of the grim reaper On my left arm Though I have not journeyed with him I feel we are close friends …
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 each other by wind and …
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 had been declining. He had …
