I’m a poet by trade, and I confront the subjects I examine from the alters of that perspective. In turn, I’m choosing to publish my first reaction to More Blood, More … Continue reading
I hear it When the Wind breathes – The thirsty curls Of your cuffs (full) Of flowers (supple) As succulent (in) My dreams by John Aiello April 2018
(today) The sound Of the voice Glistens like Wet blood (soft) Across the Sick cool Pale hue Of time (drenched) In the Indelible memory Of God (today) The holy depth … Continue reading
On Gandolfini As “Soprano” I. They’ve come To tailor The scenes To the way The man moves Through sacred boundaries Of time (silk) Across the heaviness Of ancient Old atmosphere … Continue reading
A face In this picture – Jewel-cut eyes Watch the window And smile by John Aiello February 2008 Original watercolors by Eric Ward. All rights reserved.
This quarter, The Electric Review is pleased to feature the art work of San Francisco’s Amanda Eicher. Artist Statement I am an artist making devotional landscapes. In a world that often seems … Continue reading
(In analysis of the concept of war extending tribal times through our present age) And who (was) This face (emerging) From a thirsty Ash-black panel Of shadows (in) To the Iron teeth Of the … Continue reading