Two Poems by Joe Bisicchia

Summer’s a Roller Coaster

this ride clicks
and clacks distant boardwalk song
to grinding grins

of life up close

our lazy days of summer a misnomer
each a road runner
somehow seen only as a blur


Etch A Sketch

By day, above all the summer waves, my toes point up. And in the haze, it’s there. Yet another one.

My big fat toe stretches and touches it, follows the scratch above sea. It’s where I now stare as it moves inch by slow inch.

Amazing how deliberate I can move all these tiny jets across the horizon, so far out of reach when I am half asleep on a beach, breathing in all that sweet air and noticing all that is noticeable somewhere within the fuselage of me.


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

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