1. Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe 11/23/2007
2. Fiesta De La Vida 12/8/2007
3. Esotericism 2/24/2008
4. Fidelity 2/28/2008
5. Fiction 3/4/2008
6. Epistle 3/14/2008
7. Easter Scene 3/23/2008
8. About The Moon 3/31/2008
9. Curl 3/31/2008
10. When She Says Goodbye 3/31/2008
11. And Then We Shall Write The Truth 3/31/2008
12. A Simple Life 3/31/2008
13. I Will Be Speaking To You In My Own Voice 4/1/2008
14. 12 Midnight 4/1/2008
15. I Will Always Be Writing About You 4/1/2008
16. What Is Right Can Sometimes Be Wrong 4/1/2008
17. In A Crowd, In A Sea Of People 4/1/2008
18. The Veil That Covered Her Face 4/1/2008
19. I Will Always Be Here 4/1/2008
20. You Have Nowhere To Go 4/1/2008
21. Just A Piece 4/1/2008
22. Passion Of A Man 4/1/2008
23. A Dance In The Dark 4/1/2008
24. Seeing You Makes My Heart Burn And I Stop The World Revolving 4/1/2008
25. Knot 4/1/2008
26. Some Questions For You 4/1/2008
27. Poets On Poetry: A Collage 4/1/2008
28. What Will You Do With Pain? 4/1/2008
29. Victoria, You Lose This Time 4/1/2008
30. Uncle John 4/1/2008
31. Little Green Turtle 4/1/2008
32. The Dressed Chicken 4/1/2008
33. Some Spaces Some Silences 4/1/2008
34. Song In B Flat By Christina Calcatelli 4/1/2008
35. Yann Tersen 4/1/2008
36. And The Child Draws A World 4/1/2008
37. The Ritual Of Morning 4/1/2008
38. Luck 4/1/2008
39. Rise Up Lazarus 4/1/2008
40. Stained And Even 4/1/2008
Best Poem of RIC S. BASTASA

' The Last Dance Of Your Life '


you don't really have to mind
what power do you have for it

when it comes
it comes
none can prevent it
from sitting beside you

the doctors are honest
and sometimes
too stupid to give you a promise
for another extension of

a hope that poisons the mind instead
and makes
our recent stand rigid and

for those who have seen the light
on one hand
sees death as
a welcome experience
in fact a festivity
another coming experience
another full moon
at the bay

another ...

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Philosophy As A Poem

it was all philosophical
one side of it was clearly phenomenological
(which leans on the pedagogical)
and the old lonely people listened as though he was playing his violin
the music pierces their weary hearts and the silence seemingly
agrees that they all need to die,
'this is the exit' he points to an absurd door which looks like
a wing,
and when they get near the wing flaps like the seasons of the times.

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