Ever River Prime time, swallowed whole Could the universe, just once Have poured itself into a molecule So that, thereafter, Nothing could flow? Never to suckle a broken circuit For sparking life; Never split by caesarean pangs Of primal punctures. Black hole never thinned to liquid Boiling mud foundation pustules Turning all to gas. All words now […]
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THE MAN WHO ATE HIS BOOTS I remember now. Air so still you could hear it breathing through the frozen shrouds, the crack of floes caressing hulls as if ships could talk to each other. Men slept fully clothed, smoked, drank tea, cooked, read books from the library, and pretended that this was all normal. On holidays […]
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There are no words To carry me through This waiting conversation But the silence is eager Crying out Filling the here and now And what would words do But scar the skin That never quite seemed to fit And stretch a distance Already made great Echoing bitter noise No… Better to claim silence Than banish tomorrow By […]
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Ostracan Heroes “the sky is still flushed in the face, the rains will not come soon” said the sweet-toothed seer who swam in sorrow and reeked of sins beyond the blood of the lamb so we sprinkled our sweats prodigally on our cotton-mouthed field whose crops waved naively to a flight of famished birds hovering, chirping and flapping their wings, […]
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Ill Temper he’s a child speaking to my inner child kicking in the floor not getting what he wants I am not getting what I want neither of us are quite what we are after. Author Bio: Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. Her work has featured on Poetry Potion and The Poet Community.
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Word Bubbles Travel with me a moment into a place where our thoughts become action. Yes, this sounds like the introduction to a 60s science fiction series. Pardon me. There are some ideas I wish to keep secret. They are my tangle of vines, grounding me in reality. Reminding me that I don’t have to throat punch someone. All I […]
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Ophelia’s Blues (By John Biscello) her sad sea-green dress, an epitaph, rippling quietly, as if in a dream. the small history of a fresh wraith, white fingers forever separating the bones from the silt. Originally from Brooklyn, NY, author, poet and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in Taos, New Mexico for the past thirteen years. He is the author […]
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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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Heave of waves rushing toward shore, vast pulse of the sea, thickening, as mermaids hiss and murmur and seaweeds strangle themselves. Body of water, stupendous oceanic heft suspending me above my desire to drown here among broken shells. Massiveness lifting me beyond my day’s moments, those shattered bits of time devastated by Life. Author Bio: Austin Alexis […]
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THE END I witnessed the end of the world today.* Galactic alignment blew it away. The sun grew much hotter; neutrinos changed And heated the core till crust rearranged. So much speculation to Mayan doom: An asteroid fatal may nearby loom, Or gamma ray burst from galactic core Could fry the earth’s surface like none before. […]
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