Poem – Processes (By Sanjeev Sethi)
Processes Grammar of grief wraps itself around the tremors of time and chips: organize blue pencillers. This will obliterate your errors. Better still, equip yourself and be your own editor.
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Processes Grammar of grief wraps itself around the tremors of time and chips: organize blue pencillers. This will obliterate your errors. Better still, equip yourself and be your own editor.
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I am guilty of skipping chapters stained with shadows Missing moments not composed I feel unworthy of your tales untold, reserved for me, while dust sleeps upon the page There […]
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Alchemist Sing, earth-captured starlight Purest light to touch the earth Purest light to flow through day and night To flood our sense-zone; Sing through my blinking tubes and phials, All potions, never poured; Yet all suffused in afterthought. My litmus-jewels, made one by burning faces, turning suns, That charred the fixed eye, the rooted touch. Bodies I gel, not cruelly […]
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Oxymoronic Blues – By Mankh corporations legally persons while persons treated as illegals, Facebook and faceless corporations, home alone on social media, consumer confidence, industrial park, professional sports a game, state-of-the-Art, free press, politically correct, “…deriving their Powers from the Consent of the Governed”, peacekeeper missile, friendly fire, holy war, pre-emptive self-defense, virtual reality, false profits predicting a future based […]
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Atrocious moments in time paint history in red, and a thousand words can’t silence a million tears shed. Beautiful faces and gentle hands disappear from lives led, and golden grains of love slip from hearts bled from icy teardrops of loss, chasing pain and dread. But never would they be forgotten for all they dreamt and said, and always […]
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Discovered – By Melissa R. Mendelson Torn and flayed I was from the Greenlight until I found home along the Triggerstreet, and a community kissed and healed all that was destroyed. Then, I took flight, nestling into the Author’s Den and then finding voice within Associated Content. I became from community, hearts and minds that reached across the void, and […]
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A Good Customer I saw Al once a month for 30 years, maybe more, doing business together. He retired to hunt bear in Alaska, hook Tarpon in Florida, golf in Scotland. He had it all planned. Nothing would stop him. Months later I learned doctors said he had cancer of the blood. The outlook was bleak. I called Al and he said six months, […]
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Not Another Not another poem about the crunch of autumn leaves; I would stuff the leaves in my mouth, chew them, and make a collage. Not another poem about pristine snow; I’d mark it with my humanity, trying to write a sonnet in human emotion on an otherwise untouched canvas. Not another poem about the cold of reason; I […]
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Reflections of Infinity – By Fern G. Z. Carr At opposing ends of a corridor, two mirrors confront each other in a contest of wills stubbornly flinging images into infinity – a cycle of reincarnation animating the essence of reflected light. FERN G. Z. CARR is a director of Project Literacy, lawyer, teacher and past president of the Society for […]
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Echoes Sometimes… laughter echoes, hollow, haunting and mean. Mocking memories and gnawing away at the mangled pieces left behind. Raw, aching moments past, their humor lost. The memory though still too near. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives in East Tennessee with her husband, Michael, and their two wild and crazy pups, Wrigley and […]
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