YOU HAVE A PIER IN ME – By John Grey Pier juts far into the open sea. It makes its point, not here, where stone steps lead from sand to calm wooden planks but out at the very tip of itself, where water crashes against its pylons and its slim foundations shake and shudder. Like me, there’s a calm that […]
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LOST (By Joseph Cavera) when the wist of man to see the brightest days and nights the flares and roses that flame free humanity looks to these sights the ages and ages that lay within universe and space which is all the eternal burning, longevic din lights ephermally, bring the stall of life and sight to eyes that seek […]
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When, out of exhaustion To set hurries the sun; I will be on toes To respond to call of time. I shall leave With the little I’d have reaped From the golden stool of prominence; I shall leave Behind the sacred palm My people have tended and irrigated With oceans of sweat and blood. I will need no cry […]
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DEAR SPIDER – By John Grey Ants are more efficient at what they do than people. Weeds can grow just about anywhere. Animals kill to survive not for pleasure. And they collect no gewgaws besides. A homeless man sits on the pavement, holding up a sign, with a cup before him that’s hungry for coins. Most people stride on […]
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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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Photography – Farmland (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
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EASE – By John Zedolik Snow on the Moore. But the Reclining Figure, 1957, doesn’t care. After all it is only a mantle upon bronze, lounging there for halfway to a century and more, and has certainly experienced worse in those years of wavering weather and witnesses such as me who envy the unconcern that brings fortitude […]
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Same Preparation Lord feels like I am caught in a trap Just there for somebody to see Lusting I know is wrong I do not want somebody to see All I see in them Your great sons and great daughters I seek the same God as they do Forgive me that I touch not Those things Ungiven to me […]
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SHORTBREAD KINGS (By Joseph Cavera) We are concerned not with the orders of man, as pasta boils, full processes are arranged as dinner plans. This Bread we courier from our grills, needs, MORE spice! and things.. We are the ShortBread Kings. Six kings in the kitchen and a fool garbage boy more, we laugh, jest as he cleans the […]
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