Arte, Libri e poesia

“Le Stelle Splendenti”, painting and poem by MIA BARKAN CLARKE, New York

(copyright Mia Barkan Clarke)



As your luster lingers

you leave your mark

a pungent sparkle

like bubbles popping

fresh dew

on bare skin


a bright orange sunrise

at Primavera’s dawn

drenched with the scents

of currents,


and fresh cut grass

after a long,



You leave your imprint—

a trail

of footsteps

on spongy sand

leading a path

to where sea shells

come to be gathered

by young children

to be painted

blessed and sanctified

sentimentally kept

in a sacred,

secret place

storing memories

to be reflected upon

through the many years

to come.

Mia Barkan Clarke

(From:  Tea With Nana, by  Mia Barkan Clarke)


“The Cats of Brooklyn” Fine Art Photo by ADEL GORGY, New York. Poem by STANLEY H. BARKAN, New York

“Cross-Cultural Communications Art & Poetry Series Broadside”
(copyright Adel Gorgy)



Brooklyn cats breakfast on birds.

No canned wet pet food for them,

nor kibbles & bits of dry food.


Brooklyn cats are street cats.

They rule rooftops, fire escapes, and fences.

They roam backyards and alleyways

and won’t be confined

in condos, cages, or courtyards.


These are the cats of Brighton, Borough Park,

Bay Ridge, Bensonhurst, and Bushwick.

These are not the cats of Manhattan,

Queens, Staten Island, or The Bronx.


These Brooklyn cats are tough, not even

the big dogs of Bed-Stuy will tangle with them,

knowing they, like their cousins of Tel Aviv,

fiercely fang and claw all comers.


You can take the cat out of Brooklyn

to Long Island, Westchester, or Connecticut,

but you can’t take the Brooklyn out of the cat.


—Stanley H. Barkan