Joe Váradi

POETRY

a spur of the moment poem

credit: Darkmoon_Art

I glide through darkness —
tracing familiar terrain turned exotic
by undulating hills of fallen-raked leaves
now so many itinerant arabesque sand dunes
I pass zeals of zombies, murders of mummies
sleuths of superheroes, pods of princesses
and, bloodcurdlingest of all, throngs of
teenagers with heads convincingly

buried

in gadgets…

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a sonnet about verbal forgetfulness

artist: Rezan Ozger

that feeling when you can’t recall a word
that sits elusively on tip of tongue —
you’ve used it often, so it seems absurd
that now it will not from your brain be wrung

“that woman, in that show” — you know the drill —
the more you strain, the…

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Joe Váradi

Joe Váradi

Editor of No Crime in Rhymin' and Language Lab | ..."come for the sarcasm, stay for my soft side"