Poem – Full Moo (By Joshua Medsker)

Full Moo It sure is a full moo tonight winked the farmer to the cow, squeezing each teat gently firmly, into the pail.
Read moreFull Moo It sure is a full moo tonight winked the farmer to the cow, squeezing each teat gently firmly, into the pail.
Read moreWE IV we too have drank from the gourd of hate, that goblet filled with throes & gore. we too have been flogged by the r(age) of the storm, drowned in the waters of our cowardice, slammed with suspensions & ailment. we too are plaited with figments of delight like the quantum phantom of lightening, we illume, we overcome, […]
Read morePhotography – Kayaker (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Read moreDOG Manchester, Connecticut 1985 Long after the time had come for her to stop driving she was driving her daughter to the store in her brown car that had no power steering or power brakes, and at 85 pounds of skin and a little contraption of bones you’d think she’d be a push-over but nothing could be […]
Read moreSTILL HAUNTED (DALLAS ‘99) The cheering crowd three dozen years Ago’s no longer there, But, as I watch, their ghosts appear And toward the limo stare. A sunny noon in late November Nineteen sixty-three; A lady dressed in pink remembered Waving happily. The honoree next to his wife, The Man whom crowd adores. Except for One […]
Read moreBlack and White . When yesterday wore the colour of water, we thought love is a tyrant treading homes, and scattering children. . But the water surface is black and white, such that we may see through and not from. Now we know better . For even today is no different, for history is an unrepentant repeater, retaking the same […]
Read morefading scars are fading Twenty-five years ago I unloaded a truckful of books. I’d done it a hundred times. Seventy-pound boxes into the back of the store, ten, twenty, before the bolt that jutted from the door handle caught my elbow. Three-inch tear extended the inner crease of my left arm. As the manager, what can you do? I […]
Read morePHANTOM-CIZING (A poetic tribute to the original story by Gaston Leroux, prompted by seeing Andrew Lloyd-Webber’s Phantom of the Opera) His name is Erik, Though few who know This name by which Opera Phantom goes. Not burned by acid Or scorched by flame, His face cadaverous Born in shame. For years he traveled, A circus freak […]
Read moreA Sisyphus Moment There’s a force that makes a boulder hard to push up a hill. And there’s always a boulder and always a hill when it comes to helping the poor find something to eat, somewhere to live, a job they can go to every day. Sometimes the boulder slips and rolls back downhill and Sisyphus jumps aside. Accidents happen. […]
Read moreHe Landed Mad He lands with embers smoldering within and feels as senseless as the crazy cow plunging herself into barbed wire again and again at his cattle ranch. He walks the gangway behind the wisp of a woman. During the entire second part of his flight, she sat with her laptop open near him and nothing more than […]
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