Ressurrecting A Melting Pot – Award winning poetry by Cassandra Smith

    Huge egos- blinded by greed leading us nowhere Tweeting, texting, mocking normal conversations     Pure White doves flying around carrying olive branches Shot down- silencing peace stifling truth     Confusion breeding pain & panic guns blasting away- Its children- Fear & Ignorance     Compassion communicating Commonsense listening Lifting lonely survivors-                                not failures-off of sidewalks     Our arms wide open- welcoming Immigrants- our invisible workers Allowing Everyone – a life without fear     Lady liberty holding a flaming torch Head high, no shame Lighting a path for displaced humans People escaping wars & worse     Money no longer dictating everything who comes-who stays Rainbows- not colored red like- Blood spilling over     Marching – arm in arm for equality &justice ignoring acrid hatred hiding behind fake smiles     We must take to the streets- signs held high above our heads Voices-no longer… Continue reading

    Sofa Safari – Music by Lily Louche

    This is a song I wrote on ukulele. Sofa Safari is a deceptively sweet song I wrote to an ex-boyfriend. The mood acts as a counterweight to a much earlier (and rawer) beat poem entitled “You, selfish You”, which was (you might guess) rich in resentment. This only goes to show what a great healer time can be. Sadly the ex has never heard the sweet song – only the rageful poem. Predictably – him being an active addict –  he loved the poem because it was bitingly funny, bitter and most importantly it was all about him. I wonder how he’s doing now. This is going out to all of you and the ex –  with love.   Continue reading

    Walking Barefoot Through Hell – By Mark Masserant

      sometimes i see medusa wearing my face, with my dreams dangling like an ominous crown of complex and cunning serpents. the horizon, dormant and riddled with salt-sculptured icons, is emblazoned with the history of mega-apocalypse.   sometimes i see a chained prometheus, wildly waving a strangled eagle, delicately taunting the gods. his mountainside looms in the northernmost regions of my mind.   sometimes i see the ferryman, but he is a cautious one, wary of the stowaway. sneering harpies flank his approach.   sometimes i see bosch, painting infinite murals in unison with my narratives wrought with melancholy.   sometimes i see dante, and hand-in-hand i guide him, walking barefoot through hell, the devil’s winds whistling our bones.   hell is a time in a place in my mind.   yet in a suddenly shimmering distance, Jonah brushes himself off, liberated at the edge of the foul and festering… Continue reading

    Podcast with Ricky Byrd

        I talk to Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Inductee, Ricky Byrd, about his new album “Clean Getaway.” He talks about his outreach programs and how he is using music and the proceeds of this album to support, educate and empower those with substance use disorders. The album is available across all music platforms and can be purchased at this link   Continue reading

    Pain you Glorious Creature – By Jennifer Moroch Fara

    Believe oh doubting mind it is true Pain can bring out the genius in you The creative soils you thought were dry Moistness once lost now again thrives A silly girl is all they see One with that heart upon her sleeve They don’t know you as you are They only see you from afar Depth has returned she does rejoice The chambers in her mind regained their voice The pain, the pain, you are a gift How she welcomes this spiritual shift Drying the tears from alcohol The spark, the magic finally recalled Long ago a she had much to give Surrendering to darkness, the light again lives Yes you say she will always be That girl you find ever so silly And that’s okay because she knows Her truth is not for you to grow And yes you have your enormous words Looking down on her as just… Continue reading