Joe Bisicchia Poems
- Pink Sofa Can't remember the clothes she wore, if any, ...
- Simpleminded How commonplace this job has become, carrying ...
- Tree In The Forest Sally sang. No one savored the ...
- Picnic On A Monday In May I had held my insides in my hands ...
- We Hold On Life can be a balance beam, on a bouncing leaf,
- All Shook Up Same sun ends, soon begun. That morning,
- Tombstone I know Isaiah Zeker,1909-1921. Quick math. Kid ...
Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared spiritual dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in various publications. His website is www.widewide.world.
Joe Bisicchia’s works have or will soon appear in:
Philadelphia Stories, Muse-Pie Press, Qua Magazine, The Tipton Poetry Journal, Torrid Literature ... more »
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Comments about Joe Bisicchia
I know Isaiah Zeker,1909-1921.
Quick math. Kid was 12 when he gained his stone.
He's been buried for, what, let me think,
my math ain't great, a lot of years,
or about as long as I could think.
Acourse, he and I, we never did meet. Fishly, I mean.
Pass him as I walk down the street. He ain't alone.
There's a Floyd Smith,1866-1906, a baby named Joan.
But as for Isaiah, we share hellos as I walk to school.
Nothing spooky at all, in fact, really quite actually cool.
Gives me advice. Once we even ...