LETTING GO (By Joseph Cavera) There I was, just standing there, when what I wanted to do was forbidden- by law, no less. The opportunity was there, lying before me, in an instance I would not be graced with again. I was alone, for the moment, and all lights seemed to cease flickering and watch my every motion. The […]
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Small Packages – By Gil Hoy I’d like to drink up the Universe from a can of Diet Coke, bought from my ancestors’ most virtuous moments. With no deposit required–can’t be returned without your consent, a secret label on the side that reads: “only the purest, natural ingredients.” Has a pull tab that opens like a forever Christmas morning […]
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when they are gone, mourn them as you knew them soluble as the elements they were- water soil fire air. sat at the bar in smoke whiskey pint- slow craic drifting in out of banter in stories someone’s laughter turning to songs. her and him dirt in their fingernails voices in mist memories mounted in dry stone walls left […]
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AIR APPARENT Primeval atmosphere as dense As plant Venus has today Explains how Earth became the way We currently experience. Dioxide carbon was the prime Component as on Venus now. But, unlike Venus, Earth knew how To make it disappear with time. Because of Moon, there’s tidal force Which powers Earth tectonically. Together magma, rocks and […]
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Why Are the Dead So Still – By Fern G. Z. Carr Arms crossed, lying motionless in an open casket, he gazes upward through closed eyelids. Maybe if I look hard enough I’ll see him flinch or wriggle his nose at the acrid smell of incense rising from the censer; holy water is sprinkled on his body – it […]
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AFTER PARTY (By John Biscello) She, Lazarus, back from the dead, with a musical vengeance— A beat, Christ, please, she asks of her martyred D.J., half-light, half-man, and out climbs her voice, grinding through rubble, a dark velvet toy wound up for centuries, released, on behalf of every last blue girl, unannounced, notes from underground unfurling a cortege 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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JUST FOR KICKS (By Joseph Cavera) There once was a fool named Scott, Who enjoyed kicking things a lot To his surprise, He met his demise, When he kicked a meteor that was still hot
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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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The Cross Near the Edge A too small cross in a big wayside shrine amidst the fields on the fertile loess soil, soon to be devoured by the bucket wheel excavator, a monstrous word for an even more monstrous machine. The shrine made of dark red brick, plain, simple, solid, almost for eternity, like the many farmhouses here; […]
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