In Streetlights We Trust. + The Curtain. by Jason Visconti

Memos jotted down from a rainbow,
Flickers fornicating in the body’s place,
Radiance fickle as a musical note,
And their labyrinths are lovelier than the common maze,
Tease me with your episodic show.

The Curtain.
Beads bedazzled are good for men,
For electricity rarely waltzes in,
So filled with fuse you reach though the thing.

Jason has attended both group and private poetry workshops. His work has appeared in various journals, including Literary Yard, Allegro Magazine, Indigo Rising and The American Journal of Poetry. He especially enjoys the poetry of Pablo Neruda and Billy Collins.