THE RETIRED ARTIST Such a relief to shut down my temples. I’m just a roof, some columns, an auditorium deep but empty. And, if you’re keeping score, I forgo the easel, the baton, and all that writing across time. If they want me, they can drag me out of what I’ve already accomplished. I plan to be […]
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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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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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sparks – 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 […]
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Closer to the Heart: Seven Chinese Character 怒: anger results from slavery Rising above heart 愁: worry occurs when autumn Sits high on your heart 意: meaning is defined as A sound over the heart 念: idea is what today holds Upon the heart 忘: forgetting happens When there’s death on heart 忍：to tolerate is to bear a knife […]
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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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LEONID (By Joseph Cavera) the soul lays here in this grim place demons rear I can’t stand the pace this Mad mien dampens the soul perhaps the cause of this pandemic hole and although juts through the tailpipe of every last jenny and john uncertainty of right- and wrong they cannot feel anything like this not now, […]
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Photography – Farmland (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
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ANGEL (By Joseph Cavera) Run through the days Like kids on a beach All the ways, In life, is but a small breach Shines the light seeping out through that mask Which conceals a bravado façade Calling me to ask, Just why you smile…and nod At every quip I leave, When the easiest precepts Are impossible to conceive. So […]
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