Gary Steven Corseri

Never Forget

Rachel Aliene Corrie (April 10, 1979 – March 16, 2003) was an American peace activist and a member of the pro-Palestinian International Solidarity Movement. She was crushed to death while…

Losing Touch

The President has lost his marbles!They crouch behind the pillows of his brain,Waiting, coiling for the perfect momentTo strike! Or… slink away,Fluttering in the gasping world….The Lady-in-Waiting is likewise befuddled;She…

Reconciliations….

Indian Grandala birds, perched on thin, gray branches, against a gray-green background-sky-- something like a mountainside; male and female, one supposes, wondering what songs they make, what harmonies their colors…

The Me of Me

1. I went searching for the me of me!   Who is it?  What is it?  How will I know? Is it unchangeable—a hyper-essence? If I found it, would I…

Ode To Turmeric!

Turmeric, turmeric-- coppery-golden spice! Rubbed on fish, rubbed on chicken-- it's finger-lickin' good! Add it to rice, drink it in tea-- a little bit goes far! It can save your…

Stonehenge Sonnet

What was it that they thought to own? Decades, centuries kept intent intact. And, still it calls us, stone by stone, To eke out meaning from mere fact. Observatory, temple,…

Putin…& ….

1. Putin! Putin! There’s really no disputin’! You’re a liar and a louse And you look like a mouse! Get out of our House! This House we call “Earth”! That’s…

On Simon O’Rourke’s Hand-In-A-Tree

The tree reaches...the way a hand Reaches--towards the sky, sunlight, rain, the moon; Towards all things known...and yet to be. Upward, Outward...towards our better selves...and others' Better selves; towards new…

75

1. 75… and still alive! Just live to give; just yearn to learn! “To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.” But, can we be kind? Can we…

Picasso’s Early Years

                       “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”                       --Pablo Picasso 1. First, he mastered…

Give Praise Whenever You Can

“A constant sacrament of praise….”             --Wallace Stevens Give praise whenever you can! Praise: Sunrise on snow-capped mountains; Sunsets on marigold fields; Every act of kindness and solicitude; Children smiling…

For an Artist

Behind a screen of pastel petals That seem to make A dreamy, windchimes’ sound, She finds herself emerging in a world Where clashing cymbals echo all around, And yet… in…

“Sugar”

Sweet apocalypse in the blood! Stephen-King nightmare in the brain! Mortar rounds at synapses! Invader of our personal stash! SweetSweet as Delilah’s lips!   Cooing with the voice of Mom—…

Something’s Happening Here

A review of Seeking Truth in a Country of Lies: Critical and Lyrical Essays, by Edward Curtin.  (Atlanta, GA, Clarity Press, Inc.  349 pp.  2020.) “There’s something happening here          …

“Hope”

By Giuseppa Cochiara and Gary Steven Corseri Food for the poor, Water for plants Rain for arid land.   Everyone adds A pinch of hope To the dish of Life.…

Hiroshima Spring

“…how beset we were with what…we had been taught….”                          --Kenneth Patchen.   A poem for voices, with shakuhachi and koto…. (Sound of shakuhachi, a wooden flute--as though the…

Lemmings

(Author’s Note: Here’s a poem about US—and much of the world’s--politics in this “modern age,” in which the emphasis of our “hidden persuaders” (and, often, blatant manipulators) is not so…

Minamata Pieta

(The title alludes to the photo by W. Eugene and Aileen Smith, in which a mother bathes her crippled, twelve-year-old daughter….  A hundred people died and nearly a thousand were…

That Guy

  1. If I come back to earth as a movie star, I want to be that guy nobody knows. You know who I mean, don't you? As a young…

Monologists

I do not find it profitable to talk to the dead! They are so single-minded! They repeat old stories over and over Until one feels like screaming: “PLEASE MOVE ON!”…

Dogs

Dogs live in a world of smells— succulent, sensual: a melange of sexuality--known and unknown, friendly and prohibitive.   They’re color-blind, love blindly, lead the blind (when so inclined).  …

The Whore Named War

To lie closer, they folded their plicate wings, ate blood and shit and the sweat of each other, retched their names in history’s spittoon, lay blear-eyed, dreamed-out, dreamless at last.

Now Float Me Down….

During our recent “celebration” of Memorial Day, I heard the rumblings of muscular motorcycles outside my window, on the streets below my apartment in Washington, D.C. There seemed to be…

I Voted

To see the planet whole; To know our place upon it; To nurture and restore it; To abide in moderation, With compassionate humility; That the arts might consecrate us— I…

Ode To Turmeric

Share the bounty of the Earth! Make a joyful sound! A teaspoon's worth can give new birth; let the hills resound-- there's plenty to go around, sharing in rebirth.

A Meeting

When Jesus and the Buddha met in a meadow of larkspurs, on a balmy day, the bees of the valley went mad with love, the sky and the sun were…

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