Consolation – By Matthew Anish Flowers fade as we walk near a rapid river the powers of night envelop our consciousness Dreams are the playing cards we use to gamble with eyes filled with tears as we watched the ship of reality leave for foreign shores No, we will not have an easy trip […]
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Heart of the City – By Matthew Anish In a thousand city rooms lovers caress each other On the streets auto lights are reflected in pools of rainwater Trucks hurtle by bringing needed goods to merchants Policemen survey the city scene with wary eyes A young girl walks down a crowded avenue She […]
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In Transit Unemployed’s tube journey: For those safe, definable few minutes there is the duality Of oneself and the comfort of the seat – the circle; Seal; it chops perfectly, crossing the antilinear. It induces connexity; the most complete awareness of the toil and monotony which went into making the tube, and the seat inside the train inside […]
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HOW LEAVING HOME WORKS I need highways, infrastructure that can differentiate between the town where I grew up and the place I need to be. And a Ford that’s up to it, getting on but faithful, its leather bucket seats faded from their prime, but radio rock stations all preset and fifty times louder than the engine. Blacktop, […]
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An hour a day, sometimes more, I chipped away with mallet and chisel on a block of marble I found in Carrara and shipped to New York on the deck of a trawler. I offered the marble to a famous sculptor who told me he works in granite only so I grabbed his beret and one of his smocks […]
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OUT TO YOU (By Joseph Cavera) Could I help but see it? That light shining down, Everlasting direction Like Thorns of a crown These refractions fly, His word’s unveiled Another day… All Hope is impaled With the sentence he sends, Verified misnomers aside, Until you stretch out your hand To call me to the true light, A truly luminous […]
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THE MULTIPLEX – By John Zedolik Walking on the left side is walking on the same street but it’s the other of the one if the right has been the only I have used in my journeys up the hill and back home in falling leaves or following cold. And yet another arises when walking in the middle […]
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Colorless There is no God Who prepared A heaven At the end of the book Nor are there holy ones Who brought us into the fifth world On corn pollen roads dusted with beauty No spirit no creators no love To watch over us or our deeds Nothing holy or sacred There is only the deliberate […]
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Ritual Roots Trains: Stringing, ringing, lifting, Breathing meringues, with pores distended at the termini Contraction is needed for piercing of bars And holing of tickets. The breaking of one deadlock only Institutes another, more firm, In the hand and in the basket. More futile by far than any old bird’s weak flight Through a Church, a hall […]
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Mid-Life So much happened; So much didn’t – So nice to remember; So painful to recall Now nothing is all, The power to recall Is an anaesthetic – Past strength Is pathetic. In the middle, What’s kept still here What was and is gone, What never was – All levelled. All comes to ground, abrades, That’s […]
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