Conversations over drinks on the Psychology of Isolation By David Portyanskiy I was sitting alone underneath the dark lights drinking a cocktail I couldn’t remember the name of. The days go by leaving me more and more time to drink and sit in taverns. But now I was not alone, a stranger approached me when I remained in my […]
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Paint by Numbers arrange my face with a one two three and insert a color of your choice find a vision of me that satisfies you then rip it up if you wish. Author Bio: Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. Her work has featured on Poetry Potion and The Poet Community.
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Limits You promised in front of a priest to love, honor, cherish. Then you started gambling, When you lost you started drinking. The more you lost, the more you drank. You came home drunk, yelled and cursed at me. I had to help you to bed, but you hit me. Then you started beating me. I […]
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Galactic Cannibalism – By Fern G. Z. Carr Like ninja throwing stars, galactic spirals slice through the vacuum that is space; locked on target, sure of their mission – an astronomical collision in the making, a collision of cataclysmic proportions in three billion years’ time when stellar clusters cloaked in halos of dark matter will be flung […]
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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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within those man stone walls promoting their god bringing us to him i told the priest- you tell us to be content with poverty while you live in this big house throwing us scraps begged from money lenders. this is not what Jesus asked his disciples to do. this is not what he died for. he said live amongst […]
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Almost Nothing On My TV by, Melissa R. Mendelson The summer’s coming to an end. I’m sitting on my porch, watching it die. Enjoying the heat and watching time fly, And there’s nothing on my tv. Almost nothing at all. All the good stuff is waiting for the fall. There is the good Preacher, Trying to save us […]
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Vanquished by, Melissa R. Mendelson The vulture flew around in circles as its prey awoke to a world slipping apart piece after piece while the bald eagle lay buried in the sand. The vulture swooped by and ripped open an arm with its sharp beak as the prey screamed out in pain, which echoed over the vast land. The […]
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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * Louder! though what comes by has already withered and along a certain curve your voice tapers off as the path bent over her shoulders spreading its flow into sunlight now riverbank and whisper –you need two mouths now that every splash smells from stones once it rises to the surface in that […]
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CITY DAYS (By Joseph Cavera) Tall, tin, and seemingly endless But if viewed from the top It appears quite bottomless- Lights are as myriad as the stars All lie on seemingly innumerable bars, Story after story Tale after Tale, And as time flows on Never become stale. At the bottom, is the lobby And at the top is the […]
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