Poetry by David Dephy

When I Am Going Out in the Summertime   When I am going out of the New York’s subway and especially in the summertime, through the Avenue H by the Q train in Brooklyn, I hear the sounds of ocean. Yet, I hear the sounds of ocean—the sounds of thoughts, the sounds of wishes and …

“Garden view.”

By Nardine Sanderson When the silence calls in the form of tears And the look that you now call the years Is worn upon that timely face, hidden smiles for life's embrace Shall the tears be joy or sorrow, when you meet the Lord to borrow A lasting breath but one Last kiss, In all …

Golden Shovel #3

  The silent man by Thomas Page after Allen Ginsberg "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves" --"Howl" Catching up with friends is akin to when I Try to desperately cut a board with a saw Making no progress because I never had the Skills to …