The frequent disasters in our fragile land never seem to end and in changing times new horrors abound, terrorist attacks, enormous oil spills strangling the seas, endless amounts of garbage poisoning the land, abundant toxins polluting the air, warning those who listen our days may be numbered. Author Bio: ‘Temporal Dreams’ is an unpublished poetry collection that reveals our […]
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GREATEST STORY EVER RETOLD What if there were Sith Jedis battled with, Not just movie myth? What if Force were real? Would its Light appeal, Or the Dark us steal? Yoda Master of Force of Nature’s love Given from above? Messianic tale Of a Savior failed? Soul in Darkness jailed? But at end redeemed […]
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Malnourished mild noon-time breeze, the sunrise clang the bells for ideal men to get to work. (shrug the dust off your shoulders) a poet embraces time by carefully walking a mile. thoughts of her rush in again.. like photography, your image is embroidered on my mind, every junction and corner reminds me of your skinless flesh; a cellophane on dried […]
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THE ORIGIN OF THE LIE (By Joseph Cavera) I am the Great Liar For years, my words have spread Through every ear Surrounding every thought They have taken their place Among everyday speech No one the wiser They have taken root Growing out through every Branch, stem, and leaf Through all great oaks Rosy ambers and black pines […]
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LOST IN TRANSLATION (based on “The Hidden History of Jesus and the Holy Grail” by Sir Laurence Gardner, Nexus Magazine, Vol. 5, No. 2, February-March 1998) If records of the Celtic Church From A.D. 37 stretch? How could they then of Jesus learned If died in 33? Recovered from the Dead Sea Scrolls, Supported by Rennes-le-Chateau, […]
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The Fuse I was hungover, boiling water. the coffee smelled intense as trees falling when I burst the foil, and specked my daylight and made me wrinkle my nose like a rabbit unburrowed in the sand. it was good. I was feeling the cold on my feet, bare and enjoying it. and outside the day was heading […]
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CASSANDRA CURSING – By Ray Gallucci “Burn that horse – It’s full of Greeks! Drag it in? Then kiss your cheeks ‘Au revoir,’ for you’ll be dead.” Poor Cassandra has no “cred.” Non-belief’s her curséd fate. None will heed until too late. Bittersweet’s “I told you so,” When there’s none but you to know. About Ray […]
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There’s the varnish. the wall. the tinder of grey, that give off the stench, of a world trying; in the pontificate. the joke, the stretch. Monotones; That wonder whether to accost, Accede. An unfamiliar rotundity next to a soon to close bar. I walk past those ponds you cropped thinking of the roads you traveled the gush sonorous. […]
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The Date There is no souls or solos any mileage from here and the breath of the atmosphere is asinine lost in the blurry of nature like an artistic totem behind pencils. It’s just you and me opposite the encirclement of this dining… Dear dame, we won’t wrap our lips into whispers of love or anything that sails above, of […]
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Freckles They Called Him Walter Branham, a retired teacher, and his wife Victoria went to Applebee’s, the chain restaurant, for lunch one day last week. First time they had gone there. Usually they go to an ethnic restaurant but Victoria wanted a salad. Walt as always was obliging. The restaurant host was a young man who as a […]
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