Holy Land, Batman (a tragi-comic poetic journey) – By Mankh Holy land, Batman. The holy is all upside down. And the big question is not if Jesus will attend the Second Coming (I’ve knee-mailed Him and haven’t heard back) but if Netanyahu will ever really smile. For Christ’s, er, Jehovah’s sake, Jewish People are supposed to be funny (i should […]
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A Husband Falters Better take his wife to lunch after what he said yesterday. A slip of the tongue. But where to take her? The Chinese buffet? The Indian buffet? Maybe the Japanese place. She likes sushi and tempura. But when he asks about lunch she says not a chance. She has to clean the house. Cleaning lady comes today.
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A Sisyphus Moment There’s a force that makes a boulder hard to push up a hill. And there’s always a boulder and always a hill when it comes to helping the poor find something to eat, somewhere to live, a job they can go to every day. Sometimes the boulder slips and rolls back downhill and Sisyphus jumps aside. Accidents happen. […]
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Are you calling me to stop here? Alright! I’ve pressed my feet on brakes, Behind me, red eyes burning brightly. Is journey finished here? Then let it be so! Seats are luxurious, Comfortable to sit. I was sunk in sweet dreams. I had forgotten my duties and responsibility. Journey ends here, Would it mean so? […]
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A pile of leaves, a hissing clump of dark greens and crisp browns, sliding along a sidewalk, swirling in a wind gust, propelled in a circular momentum, created for three seconds a glimpse into existence at its most fundamental, its most naked, its core. Author Bio: Austin Alexis has published in The Ledge: Poetry and Fiction, Paterson Literary […]
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Finding a Traveling Partner Two suitcases with wheels, packed with clothes needed for a week, rolled through the driveway, enter my RV class B. Before the key starts the ignition, I make sure to not forget my travelling accessories. In the passenger seat, my bobble head figurine shakes its head in agreement that I have a picture of […]
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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * This field has so many lips and though the fire is out these clouds still darken –each breath overflows with icy streams and stones left out to dry –it’s natural for a sky to let itself in the way your shadow on impulse looks down and in the open grieves with the only […]
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Disintegration The bottom fell out And all things gathered, Reverted to their origins In skips, on pavements, Fell to casual hands. But at the pit Of all exhaustion, The bottom of grip’s loss Are seeds and roots Of restoration Which in throbbing cycles Breathe out on pine and belt. The bottom stood solid.
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Dark Dream Out came the swarms of shadow things To make their dead messages, To find their story-forms, Glinting chitin delighting, Reeding the pitches. Down went the depths, encased and ethered, Numbing us to touch the greater. Down went the coils of lit signs, And made the questions dark and known, And made the answers dark and known […]
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Word Bubbles Travel with me a moment into a place where our thoughts become action. Yes, this sounds like the introduction to a 60s science fiction series. Pardon me. There are some ideas I wish to keep secret. They are my tangle of vines, grounding me in reality. Reminding me that I don’t have to throat punch someone. All I […]
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