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Poem by Dave Somerset

 

The Trop

The game drones on.
The Trop is a “pinball game” baseball field, named after orange juice.
A hit ball striking one catwalk is a double.
If it hits another, then its a home run or a dead ball or a ball in play.
I float outside my shadow, into layers of screen image.
Reality flickers into the dreamtime.
Now the stanchions are stars above the flowing catwalks.
The rafters are a painted shadow sky, overarching horizons.
The universe reveals itself vast, complex and intricate.
Our world is exposed as mere scenery of the infinite.
All of our hard earned knowledge throughout our history
is exposed as just a trivial facade, simplistic and arcane.
There are worm holes and phantom connections
where souls and angels traverse our notions of time and space.
There is a profound intricacy, suggesting a maker or makers.
Intelligence outside of our evolution, and understanding.
The machinery is very old, but is amazing and beautiful,
but now it seems fallow, unattended and neglected.
Just another discarded toy that has lost its entertainment value.
There is no longer any sign of a presence to be seen.
No guidance or direction for our tiny self-centered micro-dot.
Meanwhile, the world is taking a beating.
We are taking a beating.
There is only an old fashioned phone on a old desk.
I pick up the receiver I and hear:
“your call is important to us, leave a message.”

 

David Somerset is a poet living in Salem MA. and also writes short stories and lyrics.

Art can illuminate even the most elusive and difficult to comprehend ideas. Visual rules and tightly codified visual metaphors help scientists communicate complex ideas mostly amongst themselves, but they can also become barriers to new ideas and insights. Dr. Regina Valluzzi’s images are abstracted and diverged from the typical rules and symbols of scientific illustration and visualization; they provide an accessible window into the world of science for both scientists and non-scientists.

 

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Poem by Dave Somerset

 

Jacob (We Are All On the Spectrum)

Jacob, digging out your soul
from hearts on hold
In a run on family
a stolen heart

dream computers
map a universe
with poems that
are themselves poets

artists imagine the unknown
sense the unknowable
their vision over horizons
reveals the hidden within the mist

Jacob, your origin
is not our past
your vision is
not our future

you are many times
what you think
and many more times
what the world knows

they are half your sky
and few can see you
though brain soldiers guard your gates
your view from those walls is…infinite

 

Poet David Somerset is a poet living in Salem MA. performs at many open mics and also writes short stories and lyrics.

Artist Judson Evans is a full-time Instructor in the Liberal Arts department at The Boston Conservatory at Berklee where he has taught a range of courses, from a Poetry Workshop on haiku, prose poetry and haibun, to a course on theories of cave art and the role of the cave in ritual and philosophy. In 2007 he was chosen by John Yau as an Emerging Poet for The Academy of American Poets. He was one of the founding members of Off the Park Press, and published work in each of its three anthologies responding to provocative contemporary painters. His most recent work has been published in (print journals) Laurel Review, Folio, Volt; 1913: a journal of forms; and Green Mountains Review, and (online journals) White Whale Review and Amethyst Arsenic. He won The Phillip Booth Poetry Award from Salt Hill Review in 2013. He has collaborated with composers, such Mohammed Fairouz, Mart Epstein, and Rudolf Rojhan, who set several of his poems to music, as well as with choreographers, dancers, musicians and other poets, including Gale Batchelder, and videographers Nate Tucker and Ray Klimek.

 

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All of Sand

As the ancients have said through the poets
*All your wars brought you nothing
*Your lovers were all untrue
Your castles and great houses
Have crumbled and fallen to ruin
Made of sand
All of sand
Only your love and kindness
Have endured and remain
All that stands
And all that I understand

*from John Dryden’s “The Secular Masque”

 

David Somerset is a poet living in Salem MA. and also writes short stories and lyrics.

Jennifer Matthews’ poetry has been published in Nepal by Pen Himalaya and locally by the Wilderness Retreat Writers Organization, Midway Journal, The Somerville Times, Ibbetson Street Press and Boston Girl Guide. Jennifer was nominated for a poetry award by the Cambridge Arts Council for her book of Poetry Fairy Tales and Misdemeanors. Her songs have been released nationally and internationally and her photography has been used as covers for a number of Ibbetson Street Press poetry books and has been exhibited at The Middle East Restaurant, 1369 Coffeehouses, Sound Bites Restaurant in Somerville and McLean Hospital.