Poem – Queens (By Michael P. Kusen)
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Poem: How Leaving Home Works (By John Grey)
HOW LEAVING HOME WORKS I need highways, infrastructure that can differentiate between the town where I grew up and the place I need to be. And a Ford that’s up to it, getting on but faithful, its leather bucket seats faded from their prime, but radio rock stations all preset and fifty times louder than the engine. Blacktop, […]
Read morePoem – EASE (By John Zedolik)
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 […]
Read morePoem – Noblesse Oblige (By Frank De Canio)
Noblesse Oblige – By Frank De Canio It isn’t strange that some sweet girl who’s charmed a male combatant in the sexes’ war should, seeing that her former foe’s disarmed by awe, forgo hostilities she swore. For, after all, a man thus smitten cedes his prowess to exigencies of love. His heart is focused on romantic deeds and gallantry instead […]
Read morePoem – The Highway Child (By John A Brennan)
Dear Jimi, I had the honor of meeting you in London in January 1969. I worked as a set carpenter at the BBC recording studios West London. You were there to record some of your “BBC Sessions” tracks. I was in your presence for perhaps ten minutes, long enough to become a life-long fan. – John A Brennan The […]
Read morePoem – Bodies Exhibit (By Fern G. Z. Carr)
Bodies 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 morePoem – Cover To Cover (By Gil Hoy)
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 […]
Read morePoem – What We Know (By Gil Hoy)
What We Know – By Gil Hoy It can truthfully be said that: regarding all the world’s matter of which we think and know, the whole lot is infinitely large and infinitely small. For a pinhead can— and does— boast a whole universe within it, and the galaxy is but a child’s spinning top. The same is true of man’s […]
Read morePoem – AGE HAS ITS PRIVILEGE (By Ray Gallucci)
AGE HAS ITS PRIVILEGE – By Ray Gallucci When you are old and prone to mold, It matters not if you they’ll scold For skipping meetings by not heeding Platitudes they keep repeating. It’s right you’ve earned to choose to spurn What management claims you should learn. Once you have heard it all before, Their tired words are just […]
Read moreShort Story – Conversations over drinks on the Psychology of Isolation (By David Portyanskiy)
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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