Pulp Thoughts A blank space my white paper. Inkblots, like my thoughts. Dotted lines- a poem appears. The paper, once a tree with flowers, held life and grew. It was chopped down and made into pulp. The pulp dried and I write down thoughts hidden from view.
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I pushed through a revolving door and stepped into a dimension new to me, a realm without gravity’s pull– absent the physical. For a few seconds, the cosmos adopted me, dissolved my skin, made me one with it, poured itself into me. I pushed through a revolving door and instantly there was no floor. The me I used […]
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He is not from the arid or barren foreign lands His faded-green-coat, hooded sweater, his dog-tag, his canteen, and his metal cup on a green worn out blanket, all tell me, he is one of our bravest men who proudly has served his country. He is a veteran of the wars in the land of power and plenty. He […]
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A tragedy happened to Willie and Millie after years of marriage. All their kids were doing well and had nice families of their own but tragedy struck one dawn before Willie had had his morning coffee. Millie was on her third cup and Willie said Millie looked at him the wrong way and Willie asked, “What’s that look all about, Millie, what did I do now?” […]
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CORPUS CHRISTI Author: Milenko Zupanovic Ostensorium in a procession of almost the entire city, it leads to the statue of the saint on the hill, relics returned to the church a stranger, only in a white slept next to the statue of the saint thorns stuck into his hand, blood trickled down by snow boards of the city, he […]
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Outsiders The Club sits in the back in the middle talks over old times it’s an amoeba that splits every once in a while pieces go off to New York or Indianapolis but always pull back together up here a few drunk poets wander in now and again but do not understand the amoeba fraternity these […]
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Sponging Up Succor I’m suffering through vinegary days, as if I’m Jesus at His Calvary. Arrested from my customary ways by modern versions of its harsh decree, I bend beneath the burden of my cross. Recalling laurels in Jerusalem, I’m painfully reminded of my loss who sport a fool’s cap for a diadem. As I secure my seat at […]
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Homer’s never owned a gun, thinks they should be banned along with bombs and missiles. Doesn’t need them in the river that flows between his mind and his emotions where every now and then he pushes someone in for some untoward remark. He points to the sky first, says that’s where heaven is and gives a push […]
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sparks – By Nicolo Santilli peek into a distant world where the light is brighter so that some of its light spills through the opening for it lies buried as a potential in this world like a clear spark to ignite the particular this world wants to breathe fully […]
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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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