AGE HAS ITS PRIVILEGE – By Ray Gallucci When you are old and prone to mold, It matters not if you they’ll scold For skipping meetings by not heeding Platitudes they keep repeating. It’s right you’ve earned to choose to spurn What management claims you should learn. Once you have heard it all before, Their tired words are just […]
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Shining – By Nicolo Santilli the light sends us a message and we are the message where we are bright enough to speak in the clarity of our being and those who see us clearly see themselves growing alive in vision ~
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Rear View Mirror Basking on the beaches of the Amalfi Coast I left the world behind, in southern Italy. It was so unique and exclusive. I was glad to see the dust fly in my rear view mirror.
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Living Outside the Box – By Mankh The Empire likes to put people in boxes, from airy crib to nailed-tight casket and in-between in psychological boxes, wrapped identities with ornate bows but never bowing with humility, packages to be delivered, opened, liked, disliked, discarded, shelved for coffee table conversation starters scripted performances fearing surprises yet jack-in-the-box can provide pleasant giggles […]
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Parents Night Emma used to do real good in school her mother tells her new teacher. It’s Parents Night at Ryland Elementary. Mostly mothers in attendance. What’s the problem, her mother asks. Fifth grade shouldn’t be hard for her. Emma’s never had a grade lower than a B, her mother says. Teacher says Emma doesn’t do her homework and talks a lot in class. Her mother can’t believe it. Says her […]
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In the turn from wide to narrow streets seams in the street shudder my tires, loosed leaves flutter through the fog. Police on patrol secure the corner the five-columned church commands. Blocked by brush-wide blurs of contrails, the sun settles behind the storm. There’s a death in my house, a dearth of charity, a chastened child unwrapping his […]
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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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Arcachon Ebb tide to sea wave breaks, headland entrance, bay flow while the mooring buoys lie beside their weighted chains, seas gather, a grass island rises for the gull and heron-spear. A blue pinasse sits in mud, pine trees, lighthouse, dunes open to the south, I close my eyes to the winds, lips dried by sun, wine soft, horse swims, […]
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Behind The Door – By Melissa R. Mendelson I don’t like to open the door, where the darkness lies for the darkness will drown me in forever, and the struggle will begin as my monsters will eat me alive. They’ve clawed through my skin and made me bleed deep, and I’ve done terrible, terrible things. And I struggled to shut […]
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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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