Untitled In a chow hall In a prison Hangs a painting dressing the back wall Of wilderness facade A lake to brood upon its frown Promising freedom with pale-crowned mountains Creeping land and dismal clouds Mocking me…feeding hope (one would think) But I see only imprisonment of […]
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WINGS OF PESTILENCE (By Joseph Cavera) Once there was a farm out east Ancient wooden barn With piles of straw And long mahogany fields The land swelled with crops Corn enough for every man Woman, and child Line after line Veggie after fruit Spade over hand And shovel under foot, Those columns grew Each year, waves […]
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RAPE OF THE LOCK OPANIYI SAMUEL OLUWAWUMI Yemisi was nice to me. Nkechi just left me for no cause. We were already thinking of marriage and I just newly got a Big-Daddy Toyota Camry Car then; she had cream colour like Kabria’s Creamy in Darko’s Faceless. I was deeply at six and seven when Nkechi, a lady […]
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Wings of Gray by, Melissa R. Mendelson They say if you reach heaven, you’ll grow wings across the sky. They say that if your dreams disappear, something inside you will die. Whispers of my soul come down to you. My beating, heavy heart begs to live a life true. Chorus: Don’t fade. Don’t fade away. Don’t fade. […]
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within those man stone walls promoting their god bringing us to him i told the priest- you tell us to be content with poverty while you live in this big house throwing us scraps begged from money lenders. this is not what Jesus asked his disciples to do. this is not what he died for. he said live amongst […]
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Across The Page by, Melissa R. Mendelson Days slip away like tears unshed, and moments of my life drift on by like the dreams that won’t let go, won’t let go. The weight of the world still bears down on me. The stress of reality digs in deep. Trying to make ends meet, my dreams won’t let go. […]
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rpm (rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis) scleras, snow white pupils, dilated. brain box, sparking incandescently. he asks the physician: ‘tell me doctor, what’s my malady?’ stares at his sloppy zig-zag manuscript and replies ‘rpm’. not comprehending, he utters, ‘excuse me?’, physician expatiates: ‘rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis, a rare cerebral disorder in which the forebrain “wordyfactures” weird grandiloquent and aesthetic phrases and clauses sub- consciously, using […]
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Mammo At first, the grief was bare, an unsheathed sword, its presence sharp. But then it turned, slowly, into a faded tattoo on a hidden part of my body. I tried calling your phone last night. I don’t know what I expected, but I was scared. When I’m dripping in too much darkness, that same profound, welling of […]
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I always think about you Whenever I fail to tame tears Flowing and overflowing like Nile waters– Siphoning strength from a bereft soul And chasing sleep at midnight; Leaving me restless like an insomniac… I always think about you Once I falter cheering my spirit on: To endure gnawing loneliness That humbles me to bow To silence’s sorrowful songs! […]
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UNIVERSAL PALETTE (By Joseph Cavera) Trim your palette of ink they decree Royal Amethyst choirs send thee Responses from reading notes from long ago is key Gazing out, Viridian forests house a lush of trees While behind me dances barrel-fulls of Mahogany monkeys Burnt Sienna dunes seep strong tunes for free And cobalt gears turn here by Warehouse Three […]
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