Space Capsule Volunteer The final pull of severance will magnify you The downward controls make you equal to the general gravitation You are higher than the air, and so you leave, You are bigger than the air, and so you breathe Caught in a feeling circle Knowing measurements for what they are Your particles arrested Your museum […]
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Wasting Time I’m sitting on the bench, and time is passing me by. I’m waiting for tears to fall, but it is the rain that never comes. I’m waiting for love, but there he goes again. My life, my world is the glass window of happiness, and my family does not see the woman that I am. I’m just […]
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Human hair is the new currency. Bald people have done something to deserve poverty. There’s a slight gender imbalance; that’s nature’s way. Did you see on the net – that girl, never had it cut before, down to her hips it was. Shorn. All taken by her hairdresser-pimp. She was crying in the street. “It was all I had! […]
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The Calendar The sun coughed, scattered itself for a split second into myriad droplets – so divided, poured itself into the central chasm, flattening it to glory, clinching the final resilience of the chasm’s rocks – that reject sediment, so newly refined. Its roughage thickened the barriers against itself. In the beginning of time was its end, finally clinched to […]
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Aspirations gone, little remains. Daily routine the dwindling hope things will get better. Aging, illness, terrorism, tainting tomorrows, another vessel lost on uncharted seas. Author Bio: ‘Temporal Dreams’ is an unpublished poetry collection that reveals our preoccupation with material things, sometimes to excess. Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director, and as […]
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At the Gazebo in Winter Under the gazebo, a shade of gray I can hear and see the lake lapping, just beyond the pines. Unlike winter, the empty campsites and hardwood trees I have my art called poetry.
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STILL 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 […]
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The was an upside down bowl drying on the counter, and I was trapped beneath it, trying to find an edge to pry the whole thing up and slip away. Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either reading or writing. Her works have appeared in numerous publications and […]
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you didn’t give a f**k for anything’ except love’ and art. it was the precipice that kept it sane’ kept it afloat even as you slid further and further away in real life and newly rediscovered sanctimony. even as we lay side by side and the workers could glimpse us as they worked the neighboring flat. It sits […]
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THE ADVANCING BIOSPHERE (By Joseph Cavera) From the new, fly the old Species and spaces, forever fold into the zone of Daphne’s trees little finches none the wiser progression cannot freeze of course… They rang the tones of this old show years and years and years ago then old ships came to her feet and a […]
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