by Danny Ballan | Apr 29, 2016 | Poetry
Standing on a hilltopnear the sunset of alltasty like a glass of winemasterfully madefrom the grapes of fall.All the vineyards I leftthe bonds cut and dispersedlike a large bill changedcoins in children’s handsjust before the festival.Memories eroded into the...
by Danny Ballan | Apr 27, 2016 | Archive
In the hallways of every school that has still not slipped away from the firm grip of some educational crusader who happens to be a supervisor or director, teachers talk about all sorts of things from the new fashion trends to the funniest shows on TV to cooking and...
by Danny Ballan | Apr 26, 2016 | Archive
For how many reasons in the history of humankind were children killed, whether directly like this image or as collateral damage. What cause could be more important than reflecting on what we do and who we leave behind our trail of glory, helpless and dead?Getting...
by Danny Ballan | Apr 25, 2016 | Poetry
She laughs and gigglesshe knows the pearlswaiting withinfor a cruel sailorpaying no heed to the lack of spring—hot waters, cold waters,the rules of the game do not,but the gain in the end matters—like softening the seedsimpotent like a raging river before a dam—trees...
by Danny Ballan | Mar 29, 2016 | Archive
Where will the journey take us further? We have been here for thousands of years, and the sole purpose most of our species have found for our existence is to destroy each other. One day, you may be the one and I will be the others; one day, I may be the one. What...
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