Vivaldi in Love (By John Biscello) Spring. tender bud raising gravity in the center of a palm. Summer. drawn and quartered shafts of light mouthing the sea. Fall. fetal leaves curling in on themselves— inversion banking on faith. Winter. hospitable conjoinment of bare limbs relishing arson and lace. Originally from Brooklyn, NY, author, poet and […]
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BETTER AT THE WORST She wrapped herself all in one rough piece Away from the universe filled with cruel voices Beautiful demons and charming dark angels Smiling their deadly fangs Her heart is plagued With endless slaps and stabs Scorched by the sun Soaked in the rain But she is safe in her tattered refuge The gutter is safer than […]
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On Mixing Macarons and Vicodin That winter split me like firewood. I was smaller, splintered, Elliot Smith would play on cassette in my blue Volkswagen, while our breath coursed through flared nostrils and damaged lungs. * I hid my pain like a sick dog. I slinked out, under the back deck, I swallowed some pills. In those hideous places I […]
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My God Author: Milenko Županović King wanted to build a hill in this place works are going very slowly his insane ideas workers have died in this place when King was already old, ordered the construction stops the sun is shining on a rocks Along the valleye choed my God, my God At that moment, everyone knelt and began […]
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CAPTIVES OF FREEDOM Like birds free flying in a circus, We glide, slide our space, Glee-filled, ecstatic, Within our handlers` panegyric`s confines. We celebrate the limitedness we embraced, Brewed to skew our dawning awakening, Pegging our independence to a time, We gallivant in the memory of our identity loss. We celebrate their wearing down of us, After […]
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A Dream You are but a dream… Existing in the soft whispers of a gentle breeze… Still… I wait… In the place where the white light meets the sea Where love lingers… Eternally
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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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At a Party I spoke with two people at the party Saturday. A young police officer, short-haired, fit, chiseled face who had two young children. He felt constrained by the law, without discretion to question mopes (perps) aggressively or to let go those who were obviously no threat. Even at a family function he seemed straight-backed, correct, devoted to his […]
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Ghoul Author:Milenko Županović A man in red falled down again that nightmare Every night lonely in his house, but he does not escape a man with burning legs and than he blast him On the ritual, with a suite of devil, every year he was a man who jump over people this is sign that the ghoul walk […]
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2.5.19 7.48 a.m. 33 degrees Picking the boardwalk instead of the pond this morning, onward through the woods, the ground a mosaic of leaves necessary for the crosshatch of broken branches to fall silently, dim in the overcast, the cedar is possessed by bittersweet. 2.6.19 11.33 a.m. 41 degrees Pretended yesterday that spring was […]
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