Poem – NG (By John Stanizzi)

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NG NG21028982 – My National Guard Service Number 1967     I remember from an early age that when she wasn’t cursing, my mother chose NG – the car was NG, NG the refrigerator, my father, and me. And so in ’67, when fear and guilt masqueraded as angry conscience, and I managed to finagle my way out of the […]

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Poem – The Stop & Shop Strike (By Robert Ronnow)

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The Stop & Shop Strike The Stop & Shop strike v. Game of Thrones. In Game what’s not made plain is the condition of the people compared with warriors and queens. There is no mention of land-clearance, tree-felling, pruning, chopping, digging, hoeing, weeding, branding, gelding, slaughtering, salting, tanning, brewing, boiling, smelting, forging, milling, thatching, fencing and hurdle-making, hedging, road-mending and […]

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Poem – Small Packages (By Gil Hoy)

Small Packages – By Gil Hoy   I’d like to drink up the Universe from a can of Diet Coke, bought from my ancestors’ most virtuous moments. With no deposit required–can’t be returned without your consent, a secret label on the side that reads: “only the purest, natural ingredients.” Has a pull tab that opens like a forever Christmas morning […]

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Poem – Aversion (By Ray Gallucci)

AVERSION   No rhythm, rhyme? That’s such a crime! Just passing prose Does not compose A poem. For such Needs structured touch For it to be Called poetry.   To me, free verse Is just a curse Of laziness That’s patternless. For all it takes Is random breaks To be dispensed ‘Mid sentences.   About Ray Gallucci: I am a Professional […]

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Poem – ALAS (By Elaine Nadal)

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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Poem – By Simon Perchik

  You climb and these steps spread out in those rings trees still carry under their wings   –you collect height and at night two at a time though the steps are chipped the inscriptions worn away staring off to the side   –they will be first spruced back to life and at the top you move the sun back […]

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