Art – Artwork By Artcadius Curley
The following artwork was created by a very talented Navaho artist by the name of Artcadius Curley. His main art subjects include warriors and Jesus.
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Poem – Scarred (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Blood and Tears. War and Hate. Death and Destruction. Hell and Fate. I am dead because I’m not you. What you said? Hate is not true. Why cleanse me? Are you blind? We are brothers. Open your mind. Why ignore that? It’s a fact. We’re both human, so don’t attack. I pity you with your dead. […]
Read morePoem – The Mess (By Henryk Baranski)
The Mess EASY FORM FOR QUICKNESS AND DRIVES LIES EARLY ON THE FORM OF NEW SCHEDULES WORN AND RIPPED BY STYLE AND CONDIMENTS ALL FLYING WITH THE VIGOUR OF THE EARTH AND TIDES REACHING OVER CLIFFS AND GRASS TO REACH NEW HEAVENS. LAND-LOCKED SQUARES AND EASY PIECES FORM PAPER-CLAD BEAUTIES RIDDLED WITH SALT NOW DRYING SLOWLY DYING REMOTELY […]
Read morePhotography ? – FOG ROLLING IN (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Photography – FOG ROLLING IN (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Read morePoem – Ephipany (By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore)
In stillness There are miles and miles… Journeys waiting In listening There is action. Motion. Doing. In peace There is fertile ground Ripe and ready. In today There is the first step, The gentle footfall, …living. Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives in East Tennessee with her husband, Michael, and their two wild and crazy pups, Wrigley and Arkkis […]
Read morePoem – Discovered (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
Discovered – By Melissa R. Mendelson Torn and flayed I was from the Greenlight until I found home along the Triggerstreet, and a community kissed and healed all that was destroyed. Then, I took flight, nestling into the Author’s Den and then finding voice within Associated Content. I became from community, hearts and minds that reached across the void, and […]
Read morePoem – Cruelty (By Melissa R Mendelson)
The cruelty of mankind is to be blind to innocence. When the streets run red, some awaken to the pain, but others stay cold, hard. The beauty of humanity is strangled by hands fumbling with knowledge, minds refusing to open, and some see while others stay blind, ignorant. The streets behind me are covered with the dead, innocence caught in […]
Read morePoem – RELEASE (By Roger Singer)
RELEASE – By Roger Singer Strong pulses water my eyes as I fail under collapse of trying to control, to stand or sit. My feet, weak, pull at my legs, like gravity forcing the moon to fall. The grief backed up my breaths, choking the air within me like cold thick soup. I gasped to free […]
Read morePoem – The Retired Artist (By John Grey)
THE RETIRED ARTIST Such a relief to shut down my temples. I’m just a roof, some columns, an auditorium deep but empty. And, if you’re keeping score, I forgo the easel, the baton, and all that writing across time. If they want me, they can drag me out of what I’ve already accomplished. I plan to be […]
Read morePoem – The Silvering (By Henryk Baranski)
The Silvering I AM LIVING WITHOUT MIRRORS WITHOUT THE VIEW OF RIGHT AND OF LEFT I KNOW NOT IF MY BEARD IS SHORN IF MY HAIR IS KEMPT IF MY COLLAR IS CLOSED I STEP DOWN FROM BATHROOM TO HALL AND SEE ONLY THE FRONT DOOR WHICH, ONCE OPENED, EXPRESSES THE FREE SUN AND WIND […]
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