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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DISHEVELED ZENITH OF OUR LOVE (By Joseph Cavera) Your eyes cannot judge me Your hands cannot truly hold You wait for me in the Darkness Your words so misguided Your affection soon to be derided You await me again, as I leave my mark You open your arms to me, unsuspecting You permit me to oblige your lust You […]
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AWAKENING (By Nicolo Santilli) there are realms of beauty which can only be approached by dark paths and their glow is the brightness of darkness and suffering awakening into light
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Cover to Cover – By Gil Hoy I’ve loved to read, listen to the melodious flow and tempo of another man’s written words and sentences through my eyes but in my brain, for as long as I can remember. In elementary school, I trekked each day along the cobblestone alley behind our house with a carrier full of books on […]
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Crossing the Red Line (triptychon III) 1. On the Map On the map: The red line of the lignite opencast mine, an absurdly long compound noun for an absurd, behind the times mega project. What can be found, here and now, this side and that side of the red line? I experience it by bike. 2. That […]
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MONUMENTS – By Herb Siegel Generals sit erect while marble horses rear high, fallen comrades lie etched beneath. Presidents in chiseled rocks, bodiless soldiers entombed wrapped daily in a wreath. Obelisks’ soar marking feats of heroism, granite arches harbor battles won and lost. Gravestones hiding dead from vandalism iconic landmarks stand in sun and frost. Yet end comes to […]
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Dance of Tears, Chief Nobody (V5) By Michael Lee Johnson I’m old Indian chief story plastered on white scattered sheets, Caucasian paper blowing in yesterday’s winds. I feel white man’s presence in my blindness– cross over my ego my borders urinates over my pride, my boundaries– I cooperated with him until death, my blindness. I’m Blackfoot proud, mountain […]
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Flying a Sign – By Chrystal Berche Wild eyed woman, her hair a mess Shakes as she goes person to person begging for cigarettes A foot away an old man sleeps, his head pillowed on a graying jacket ‘Will work for food’ printed neatly on a sign tied to his chest What place is this where ‘flying a sign’ is […]
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Of Meringues and Mindsets My mother used to make lemon pies when somebody died. “Because my pies were beautiful, all fluffy and white,” she said as if it all made perfect sense. And I wondered at her logic. Was it as flawed as I initially believed? Maybe the soft white topping to the bitter yellow center […]
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Dear John (the Sophie to Der Rosenkavalier) By Frank De Canio Just like the Marschallin had been resigned to cede her lover to the ingénue to whom his heart would later be inclined, so Marietta’s mistress bade adieu to her so that her “Quinquin” could pursue no younger woman but a different sex than formerly she’d been accustomed to. Perhaps […]
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