Six Poems
Joseph Salvatore Aversano
Ever Red*
mixing red
w/ red w/
red we get
a red that
is either
meant or
a red that
out of habit
is a rose
*after a photograph by John Levy
Ever Blue
your scent
blue spruce
rubbed into
my beard
stays as
long as I'm
mistaken
for you
Ever Yellow
but this flower
isn’t other
than what
it has & yet
it isn’t its
yellow of petals
needed
to say there’s
any sun
Sacred Way
Democritus
was on the
right path
being one
of particles
of dust;
& wiping the
dust off his
feet meant
going off-
trail
An Apocalypse
i.
how the angels
shriek above
all too much
like gulls
ii.
how the sun falls
flaring into
our atmos-
phere
iii.
& how it is all
as if nothing
a mountain
in haze
The Vision
for what is
no god but
god gone into
hiding so as
not to conceal
her god goes
into hiding
in her beauty
there is god
Joseph Salvatore Aversano, a native New Yorker, currently lives with his wife Asu in the Aegean port city of Izmir (Smyrna), which is said to be the actual hometown of Homer. A generous sample of Aversano’s micro poetry has been recently showcased in A New Resonance 11: Emerging Voices in English-Language Haiku (Red Moon Press, 2019). His first chapbook, When Izmir is the Sound of Silver (otata’s bookshelf, 2018), was released as a digital supplement to otata issue 28. His poems have also been published in numerous journals including Bones, Contemporary Haibun Online, is/let, Modern Haiku, NOON: Journal of the Short Poem, otata, Otoliths and Ping-Pong: An Art and Literary Journal of the Henry Miller Library.
