By Michael De Rosa Sleep eludes me.Every minute seems to have more than sixty seconds.Seconds take their time to slide away.The night is still, but not my mind.Katydids had ceased their chirping.But not the buzzing of my thoughts.Reliving the worst of times.All my shortcomings, failures. In all their color and sound.Did I really say that, … Continue reading Sleep Eludes Me
Origins and Other Poems
By Michael De Rosa Origins Dominga Mama to all generations Born Spanish died American Forever Puertoriqueña. Seven daughters and one son survived From El Morro's heights Dominga watched America guns blazing Come calling in great white ships Seven sisters followed in their wake To sew America's clothes Modesta Mami 1941 Mami's turn Seasick all way … Continue reading Origins and Other Poems
Kaleidoscope and Other Poems
By Michael De Rosa Kaleidoscope We look at life The world through A lens In sharp focus A singular view Better To see the world Through a prism In all its Many-sidedness Panoply of views Seeing not just What we believe Or want to believe But what is there Before our eyes In all its … Continue reading Kaleidoscope and Other Poems
Then No More and Other Poems
By Michael De Rosa Then No More I watched my Mother Mother-in-Law And wife of fifty years Take their last breaths There were no last words As they left us Struggling To breathe until the end Each taking longer and longer We held ours Waiting hoping for the next Then no more Blood stopped The … Continue reading Then No More and Other Poems
Walking Through the Seasons
By Michael De Rosa Four seasons have passed since the world locked down, and my obsession with wildflowers began. When we walk, I am now irresistibly drawn to photograph anything not green. And before COVID-19, in that period between wakefulness and sleep, my mind might turn to work or future travel. Instead, buzzing through my … Continue reading Walking Through the Seasons
The Nuptial Dance in Xs and Ys
By Michael De Rosa Melete and I were in the same college math class. I would see her three times a week at 9 AM. Coming in early but not crowding around the prof's desk as the other early birds, I would always sit in the same place. Melete, with her auburn hair and a … Continue reading The Nuptial Dance in Xs and Ys
Academy of the Heart And Mind 