PAPERS FLUTTER Papers flutter Pears fall And fall All Fall In orchards Of near-death Where you Reside Hiding behind Trees and Piles of over- Ripe fruit Waiting for Snow blankets Waiting for No sun I feel you Your presence Your feet like Quicksand And eyes bigger Than the bang That birthed The sun
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Bodies Exhibit – By Fern G. Z. Carr Black walls, track lighting, spectators milling about silently, reverently surrounded by vascular systems preserved in fluid, skeletons, diseased organs, foetuses in jars. Hollowed out corpses in life-like poses play soccer, hold hands, boast their musculature – a post-mortem artistic rendition of red meat. In a display case, a […]
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TONIGHT’S EARLY MORNING I open my window in the middle of tonight’s Early morning after the nightly thunderstorms To hear the cry of a lone bird flying through the fog And looking for a place safe and dry, his wings Weighted down with water and sleepiness The way I am weighted down with the memories Of her laughter […]
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Ophelia’s Blues (By John Biscello) her sad sea-green dress, an epitaph, rippling quietly, as if in a dream. the small history of a fresh wraith, white fingers forever separating the bones from the silt. Originally from Brooklyn, NY, author, poet and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in Taos, New Mexico for the past thirteen years. He is the author […]
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Quick Pics A baseball player wanting to win stands for the National Anthem hand on heart, but not really listening intent on getting a hit. A concentration camp guard wanting obedience listens to a Beethoven sonata, swept away by its beauty, while his prisoners, live in terror. A business man wanting greater profits listens to classic rock on […]
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WATER FOR PUERTO RICO (A Reaction to Puerto Rico’s Struggles) Dad always said, “No te ahogues en un vaso de agua.” “It means don’t drown in a glass of water,” I’d explain to my non-Spanish-speaking friends, wanting to share the magic because, for some reason, when he recited such words, I was able to hold my breath longer underwater, […]
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A Muffled Voice This rabbit hole seems a farcical dream. No, I blink, aware …and awake. A pen at the ready, it’s my turn to vote. This ballot, such a curious mistake. ~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 Arkkis Pond. She […]
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In the World I’m tired of the high-minded voices I know talking about not being of the world. Like, what does that really mean? I’m the substance of this known universe. I have dirt under my nails. I eat from the ground. Get used to it. It’s not that I disagree with their stance on life, the universe, and a […]
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Keystones on the ledge, where wisdom cannot factor in for the unexpected; the delusional, the lame duck periods. of self-doubt. of death. The best are full of doubt ridden stasis. and the worst whore their talents around the sin bin. and sell their soul to the nearest parchment to the next slutty street that we call intellectual capital. […]
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Goodnight Sweet City Goodnight by Mike Matter Goodnight sweet city, goodnight Hold your evening close by and ready the mid-morning-missed realization of sunrise Fly your noise through the heights of the rich and poor alike then scatter your ash over the higher A dream lies filled with visions of height and glory seasoned with an agonizing challenge, joy, grandiose […]
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