by Danny Ballan | Dec 11, 2017 | Poetry
Hold on,There on the newsthe other day was killeda Jew—a Christian cheered,a Muslim rejoiced—a sign from heaventaken by each.Hold on,There on the newsthe other day was killeda Christian—a Muslim exulted,a Jew did not care;for he never existed at allor failed to see...
by Danny Ballan | Dec 7, 2017 | Archive
Emily Dickinson – I Am NobodyI’m nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too?Then there’s a pair of us — don’t tell!They’d banish us; you know!How dreary to be somebody!How public like a frogTo tell one’s name the livelong dayTo an admiring bog! Who Are...
by Danny Ballan | Dec 6, 2017 | Poetry
So stained a heartthat is of man’s—right down, the soul,cold-blooded consciencestruggling for the sunto reach its intimate core,but nothing seems to runin those veins of old;no sweat or blood—all seem under control;no tears to falter now—a heart as hard as...
by Danny Ballan | Dec 6, 2017 | Archive
It was getting late, and that night in the emergency room of City Hospital was uneventful. There were a few normal fractures, a man who thought he had a heart attack after a heavy meal, two naughty kids that needed stitches, and a teenage was here after a so-called...
by Danny Ballan | Dec 5, 2017 | Archive
First,Look at this assembly of beautiful creatures, gods, and idols with Venus in the middle of the picture and the graces dancing blissfully unaware of what’s happening around them. Hermes to the left, the messenger of gods is present as well, and Cupid is...
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