Poem – JUST FOR KICKS (By Joseph Cavera)
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
Read moreJUST 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
Read moreSECOND SELF – By Roger Singer The second self of me is the gift unwrapped. The adventure in need of a path. A stone to be dislodged. A bridge that crosses every part, leading to passions and fears. It’s a road without a friendly door or room without a place to hide; My second self forces me to sunlight. I’ll […]
Read moreAT HOHENSALZBURG – By Ray Gallucci (in Salzburg, Austria) Upon this mountain high All comers I defy With walls that can’t be scaled And Gates in iron veiled. Above my Town of Salt, I, Hohensalzburg Fort, Defend where Mozart grew And Von Trapp legend too. And though I may be old, My fires’ embers cold, My memory is […]
Read moresparks – By Nicolo Santilli peek into a distant world where the light is brighter so that some of its light spills through the opening for it lies buried as a potential in this world like a clear spark to ignite the particular this world wants to breathe fully […]
Read moreInk dries on my skin the way breath does on yours. You have lost the way to this parched strip of land and I have refused the silence required to get to yours. We are stranded, mud stained and moist with moss-green regret, a galaxy of hesitations apart. Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who […]
Read moreA stiff razor-edged blade slices – By Gil Hoy through pulsating flesh, as the hot orange sun glistens on freshly red-tainted steel. No moans, no cries, no gasps, as the core of a rational caring human being falls to the ground with a sickening thud. A disgusted Prime Minister, with rows of soldiers in neatly pressed uniforms […]
Read moreCORPSE ROW (By Joseph Cavera) Desperation runs out To the red rope Embodying a despair within doubt Leaving hope The soul lies here In this grim place Where demons fear To fall from grace This Mad mien Dampens the soul Perhaps the cause Of this pandemic hole Reluctance and fright will flock and fluster While the […]
Read moreBodies 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 […]
Read morePATIENT NANA (By Joseph Cavera) Some old woman, Who says so? Watches over mom Stops from going below And her husband, a peaceful man Retirement clearly not in the plan, Cute little attitude, We all know, and love Brings us hope, Thank the man up above… For our patient Nana, Cook and Mother, Who else look us to? I […]
Read morePhotography – Farmland (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
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