Eratio


 

 

 

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. 

 

 


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