ALAS – By Elaine Nadal I was told I have her eyes, her thick brows– didn’t think much of it: We all have something of someone. My sister has Aunt Natalia’s smile. My brother has Uncle Silo’s curly hair (back in the day when my uncle had hair). I was just glad I didn’t inherit Aunt Rosa’s squared shape. […]
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On Purpose By: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Not on water do I walk and, it’s true, I’m challenged by dry land. I can do, though, what I can. It is that alone which matters. All else lingers… shiny and superfluous, full of false promises and deception. I can, however, is honest, humble, bold! And I know that which I can is the must […]
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EASE – By John Zedolik Snow on the Moore. But the Reclining Figure, 1957, doesn’t care. After all it is only a mantle upon bronze, lounging there for halfway to a century and more, and has certainly experienced worse in those years of wavering weather and witnesses such as me who envy the unconcern that brings fortitude […]
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A Nuclear Childhood What if your parents had never met had never married had never yelled at each other and instead had wed someone they loved and lived peacefully all those years. That would have been their Eden but you shaking there now decades later wouldn’t be with us cursing the tremors of a […]
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ON PORPOISE Am I watching the dolphins Or are they watching me, Somersaulting on backfins, While I swim clumsily? At the junction of our worlds Where the land meets the sea, Somewhat shallow for their twirls, I can stand awkwardly. I’m not native to water; They’re not native to land. Still each other we ought to […]
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The Ticking by, Melissa R. Mendelson White walls dressed in color splayed across the room. Large, glass windows drifted beneath soft, silky white curtains. The furniture was all decked out in black leather, all except for the chestnut wood desk in the corner. A ceiling fan whirled around and around, chasing the heat out, and the black floor glistened […]
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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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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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Sometimes I wonder If I have anything left to give Any small pieces of myself left to share I feel too broken Too worn out Thread bare and bone-tired I search myself and find nothing worthy My emotions, my words are hollow My heart is emptier than my belly I feel it gnawing away within me Desperate for something to […]
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