Six Poems


Joseph Salvatore Aversano





Ever Red*



mixing red

w/ red w/

red we get 

a red that


is either

meant or


a red that

out of habit


is a rose


*after a photograph by John Levy





Ever Blue



your scent

blue spruce


rubbed into

my beard


stays as

long as I'm



for you





Ever Yellow



but this flower

isn’t other


than what

it has & yet


it isn’t its

yellow of petals




to say there’s

any sun





Sacred Way




was on the


right path

being one


of particles

of dust;


& wiping the

dust off his


feet meant


going off-






An Apocalypse





how the angels

shriek above


all too much

like gulls





how the sun falls

flaring into


our atmos-






& how it is all

as if nothing


a mountain

in haze





The Vision



for what is

no god but

god gone into

hiding so as

not to conceal

her god goes

into hiding

in her beauty

there is god









Joseph Salvatore Aversano, a native New Yorker, currently lives with his wife Asu in the Aegean port city of Izmir (Smyrna), which is said to be the actual hometown of Homer.  A generous sample of Aversano’s micro poetry has been recently showcased in A New Resonance 11: Emerging Voices in English-Language Haiku (Red Moon Press, 2019).  His first chapbook, When Izmir is the Sound of Silver (otata’s bookshelf, 2018), was released as a digital supplement to otata issue 28.  His poems have also been published in numerous journals including Bones, Contemporary Haibun Online, is/let, Modern Haiku, NOON: Journal of the Short Poem, otata, Otoliths and Ping-Pong: An Art and Literary Journal of the Henry Miller Library.