Still Spreading, by Joe Bisicchia

We could pump
poetry all we want.
But long before the sonnet,
we were hip
as mayonnaise

long before the packet
and long before
any other condiment
could catch up.
There was,

and still is rhyme.
We noticed it outside that cave
as it tickled our ears,
how our breath could texture
a rhythm around the fire.


Joe B Bio Pic

Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in various publications. His website is


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