Crush on a masterpiece —Sunil Sharma What happens, if you get a crush on a European masterpiece? Plenty of fast-paced action, totally strange! Any doubts, please check with young Varun, the guy that got sucked into a series of bizarre events. Here is the how of this fantastic tale: The bespectacled nerd— no, it is […]
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Remnants The once proud avenues of vaunted shops now are deserted. Only the ghosts of employees past haunt the cobwebbed stores, all that remains of the departed unable to get other jobs, abandoned by their masters, unable to adapt to changing circumstances, conditioned to servitude, unfit for opportunities limited to the few capable of functioning in the Information Age.
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Behind The Door – By Melissa R. Mendelson I don’t like to open the door, where the darkness lies for the darkness will drown me in forever, and the struggle will begin as my monsters will eat me alive. They’ve clawed through my skin and made me bleed deep, and I’ve done terrible, terrible things. And I struggled to shut […]
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REMEMBER (By Melissa R. Mendelson) I remember the days I lived. I remember the life left behind. Now, I’m a ghost haunting you, tossing and turning in the darkest hours of my life. Chorus: I remember all that I was. I never thought I […]
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Building Walls Someone there is who loves a wall, Piling stones on top of stones, To keep invading wetbacks out, To keep glass pearls secure. He lets our Southern neighbors know, In blaring braggadocio, That they must pay to build his wall, To keep it working as they go. “But the world has far too […]
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SANDHOUSE – By Elaine Nadal When her house was still standing, it sufficed as a place to bathe, eat, and sleep– a space for the familiar formed by strangers with the same blood drops sprinkled on the dirt, conspicuously evoking words that have been written on the stone walls of a cave– crushed, combined with sand to create a […]
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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * So you let the water boil as if you were not yet born and already breathing it can barely make out the bubbles burdened by sunlight the way some ancient sea struggles inside, hangs on to bells –it’s a battered pot, beaten and the dead who still ask why reefs are needed […]
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HERO OR ZERO? To die on the battlefield leading a charge, Your body upon a shield, burned in a barge – An image heroic of Viking portrayal Approvingly stoic, quite worthy of hail. The fireman rushing pall-mall into blaze As on 9-11, the last of his days. No body recovered from building’s collapse. Just wife, children, mother to […]
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Sylvia’s Son I was wrapped in a towel like a bad dream, wet feet on linoleum. I was too preoccupied to see the cracked blood, to hear the silence until I was knee- deep in your tomb. Sometimes, I dreamt you were a baby being born, waking to a pain that was not yours, a motherhood I never had. It […]
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Early Morning, Tucson Foothills Shadows jag over rock and cactus playing tag with the rising sun, nature’s Rorschach asking me what these immense ink blots mean. This one’s the boogeyman scaring/scarring my daughter, that one’s a tarp smothering moist green fields of my youth, the one crest high a black stallion galloping away with loved ones’ years. […]
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