30Apr 2023 Mike Fiorito

All Things Must Pass

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I’m not complaining that they got all the credit. Even the Maharishi nudged next to Paul – and, get this, even HE had stars in his eyes. They kept me... Read More
editors note:

Fan channeling. Tell us how you really feel, George. – mh clay

10Feb 2022 Mike Fiorito

Tiny Vessel

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A tiny vessel streaks thru the dark of space racing forward to the unknown The capsule’s surface sprays beams of light into the void Its lonely glimmer like a lamp... Read More
editors note:

We’re just a song in space, searching for a cosmic ear. – mh clay

31Jul 2021 Mike Fiorito

The Diamond Sky

I saw her again today, following me. As I turned right on the corner, from a left-side glance, I saw the shiny blue of her shirt. First, she waited a few beats, hoping I wouldn’t notice, then continued slyly walking. Why is she following me? What does she want? She’s... Read More
30Dec 2020 Mike Fiorito

Twenty Twenty One

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2020 burned with flashing ambulances and police lights. The system’s false cradle, kicked over and exposed Showing its fleshy underbelly. With death and suffering all around us, we cried. We... Read More
editors note:

Here’s our New Year’s invocation for some positive visitation. – mh clay

1Aug 2020 Mike Fiorito

Death Before Beauty

“You dream of me less these days,” my father says. Even in my dream, I feel guilty, like I did when he was alive. He would say, “You don’t call no more?” even when we’d talked earlier that week. I try to hide my shame, but he can see through... Read More
16May 2020 Mike Fiorito

The day the vaccine was discovered

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The day the vaccine was discovered They gathered in parks. They marched in parades. They sang songs. The world would return to normal, they dreamed. Then- Then only the very... Read More
editors note:

Poetry? Or, prophecy? Oof! (Read something with a lighter touch from Mike on his page. Check it out!) – mh clay

16May 2020 Mike Fiorito

Lamentations of Scottie

Scottie’s Log, 2550: We appear to be stranded somewhere in the Vega system. 3 suns and boy it is hot. Course, Kirk has had his shirt off since we landed... Read More
editors note:

Glad to know we’ll have a Scottie to help us out in 2550 (Speedos, too). – mh clay

5Oct 2019 Mike Fiorito

Calling Vito a Guido

Having tied his Capezio shoes, Vito brushes his white slacks and gets up from the chair. He walks over to the mirror in the living room to brush his black hair -- again. He tilts his head to one side, looks at himself from the corner of his eye and... Read More
30Apr 2019 Mike Fiorito

Swollen Seconds

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Glorious organ and cheering horns Swarms of birds Rushing the cushioned clouds. And there is you. Your yellow eyes melting. Yesterday’s crying on your face. Fallen seconds trickle down your... Read More
editors note:

A hush to comfort, a breast to rest. – mh clay

11Feb 2019 Mike Fiorito

Trees

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The tree Reaches down into Itself.  Where demons mingle. Knotted roots signal battle. The blackened soil, a hollow For unseen wars. Muted screams stored into Silence.  The roots coil back,... Read More
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Where birds of feather flock, not scatter; fight fears, threats shatter. – mh clay