HOTAND COLD Perhaps 100million years To rise from naught, then disappear Above the Hot Spot in the Earth That to Hawaiian Chain gave birth. The oldest now perhaps just stumps, Once mountains proud, now merely bumps Long passed from magma cauldron where They first broke through the surface there. The youngest rise majestically For miles above […]
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NEVER KNOWING WHAT HIT (Based on the painting [above] by Danell Millsap of the Scotch Cap Tsunami at Unimak Island, Alaska, on the night of April 1, 1946, where all five Coast Guardsmen manning the lighthouse were killed [see www.semparpac.org/tsunami.jpg]) I ponder the Scotch Cap Tsunami And wonder just how it felt When impact dismembered your body From […]
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Shining Through The Echo (For Robin Williams) – By Melissa R. Mendelson And Tragedy takes a bow for it has silenced the world under void, and hearts are now left shattered, shaken by news that such brilliance, such life has vanished too soon. But it does not go quietly. Tragedy might have its hands upon the laughter and tears once […]
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Blood and Tears. War and Hate. Death and Destruction. Hell and Fate. I am dead because I’m not you. What you said? Hate is not true. Why cleanse me? Are you blind? We are brothers. Open your mind. Why ignore that? It’s a fact. We’re both human, so don’t attack. I pity you with your […]
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Power Kernels Break down the elements, split them To non-existence; Then shatter all solidity’s illusions, Free impulses Beyond the viscous mind, still feeling hard By vanity’s gas upholstered. And then, for happiness’s definition, Shut the door; Relax, and don’t be squeamish; For every grit of teeth, a pull of trigger, A sear, a cloud . . . […]
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My fingertips thrummed with your heartbeat which lapped at me, a tongue in a bowl, a ticking turn signal. I watched your breath grow downy with fear and hoped you could walk out of the room on your own. Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either reading or […]
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Streets My bright pavements, you inspire my night you fed and frightened I dream about the cold down in the cracks between dark and light Anchorage nights crunching snow I was streamlined, nocturnal. Bold frost on dirty street signs And our memories, bold and shared, fraternal. I love your immortal grey, shine and cracks your shine fills my consciousness And […]
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Untitled In a chow hall In a prison Hangs a painting dressing the back wall Of wilderness facade A lake to brood upon its frown Promising freedom with pale-crowned mountains Creeping land and dismal clouds Mocking me…feeding hope (one would think) But I see only imprisonment of […]
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Mud Intimate I plunge my fingers in mud and sculpt a twig spine, line of dirt deep massage for all the hurt sluiced through river banks and muck. I tickle the cherry tree root so its limbs can feel a hand’s warmth, a glow that stimulates stone fruit. In that line I poke a stone, rounded rock of muddied […]
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Noblesse Oblige – By Frank De Canio It isn’t strange that some sweet girl who’s charmed a male combatant in the sexes’ war should, seeing that her former foe’s disarmed by awe, forgo hostilities she swore. For, after all, a man thus smitten cedes his prowess to exigencies of love. His heart is focused on romantic deeds and gallantry instead […]
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