Photography ? – Kayaker (By Melissa R. Mendelson)

Photography – Kayaker (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
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Read moreEKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera) Soon I’ll See Another Red Hand, Pulling Known Entities Nearer And Nearer, Even Kings Pray “Halt” ‘Round Sinister Inhuman Slaughter…
Read moreSame Preparation Lord feels like I am caught in a trap Just there for somebody to see Lusting I know is wrong I do not want somebody to see All I see in them Your great sons and great daughters I seek the same God as they do Forgive me that I touch not Those things Ungiven to me […]
Read moreSHORTBREAD KINGS (By Joseph Cavera) We are concerned not with the orders of man, as pasta boils, full processes are arranged as dinner plans. This Bread we courier from our grills, needs, MORE spice! and things.. We are the ShortBread Kings. Six kings in the kitchen and a fool garbage boy more, we laugh, jest as he cleans the […]
Read moreDEAR 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 […]
Read moreAROUND STILL (By Joseph Cavera) Walks and treads with no look back, His world under him, simply ground, Unconcerned with what it may lack, It is more opportunities, Waiting to be found …lying in wait, Still around
Read moreDestinations – By Gil Hoy A lizard crossed my path with no skin, Just armor for protection from car treads and sun tan lotion to keep the sun’s rays out. Its tongue had just scooped up an unsuspecting grasshopper who had hopped off a blade of glistening wet grass, not knowing what was coming— having just kissed the wife and […]
Read moreWINTER, A LOVE STORY (By John Biscello) Winter’s brides, wearing long white scarves of sleet and song, touching pale sky to blue lips, breathing memory and frost; their sorrow and spectral want grows hands that enclose me, a robust crush, matrimonial in its grip, until I am no more than a whiff of air, and then, not even that, […]
Read moreManhattan Landlord I ran a swell restaurant for many years on a good block in Manhattan. I wasn’t rich, but made a good living, paid my workers well so they were happy and passed it on to customers. Then my lease ran out. The landlord raised the rent, three hundred percent. There was no way I could […]
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