Gone Fishin’ by Steve Warren

Bluestone Review, 2009

Bluestone Review, 2009

it’s really simplebait the hook-throw the line
no judgement
no remorse

in the silence
speak to our personal god
turn inward-listen sometimes
seek what we already are
when the line breaks
there are no tears
only laughter as
joy brings us power

when we land a catch
the power becomes
all the more
amazingly obvious

as we lose ourselves
the find ourselves
in the glory of the day
you think we are only fishing

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Do I Smell Like a Poem by Salvatore Buttaci

Bluestone Review, 2009

Bluestone Review, 2009

Do I smell like a poem? Like flowers
or the scent of the sky and sea? What’s with me?
You who hold the pen, stare blindly at screens
in dark rooms, what do you know of pain and
hardship? I am a poem!  Forget what makes me
tick. The measures, the accents you might
dance me through. I live a full-life in
lines of desperation and of love (or hate)
but when all is said and done, on this paper,
on that screen, in this magazine, I stand
proud I’ve made it here, made it one more day.