To The One Who Desires To Be Me what life is left in me to be desired? me, the wayward wing of a brawny bluebird that lost its grip on the tiptop of a fruit tree fell flat on the heart of a wretched rock where rains washed all traces of its milky memories far far away i live on […]
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IF YOU THOUGHT THIS YEAR WAS BAD … (Based on “December 21, 2012: The Real Doomsday?” from http://www.viewzone.com/endtime.html) Doomsday forecasts I believe Offer humans no reprieve. But, unlike the common thread, Won’t be we who strike us dead. No atomic holocaust, Nor the melt of permafrost, Nor deforestation’s squeeze, Nor extinction of species. Happened to us […]
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Processes Grammar of grief wraps itself around the tremors of time and chips: organize blue pencillers. This will obliterate your errors. Better still, equip yourself and be your own editor.
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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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MY WORDS – By Elaine Nadal Inadequate fragments embedded with Ay, No puede ser, Sí se puede, Pura vida lacking punctuation misunderstood tirelessly running on and on syncopating along the way Lo tengo to’ pensao Pues a veces sometimes spontaneous problem-solving compassionate “Bendito, don’t you worry cariño.” creative making my own spice an unconventional lexicon embedded with made-up words feel […]
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JUST FOR KICKS (By Joseph Cavera) There once was a fool named Scott, Who enjoyed kicking things a lot To his surprise, He met his demise, When he kicked a meteor that was still hot
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EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera) Soon I’ll See Another Red Hand, Pulling Known Entities Nearer And Nearer, Even Kings Pray “Halt” ‘Round Sinister Inhuman Slaughter…
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City’s so dark along the edge and cutthroat down the middle. There’s a police presence. They’re looking for identity cards. But I’m an artist. Can I show them my vermilion instead? It’s raining a tarnished silver. Sirens make a show of keeping people safe. A drunk’s being kicked and beaten by cops. All I can do is watch […]
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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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TRINITY AFFINITY “And the three men I admire most, The Father, Son and Holy Ghost, They caught the last train for the cost The day the music died.” (from Don McLean’s “American Pie”) The three men I admire most, Though passed, remain alive To me because of what they wrote. Their legacies survive. Most favor Verne […]
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