The Odyssey (By John Biscello) Casting my toy boat into the tub and jumping in, I stare at my love, slathered in gauzy bubbles, she of the champagne beard and foam wig; tension mounting, I take a deep breath, exhale, then pop the question—Will you be my first mate and sail with me, come hell or high water? She […]
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OUT TO YOU (By Joseph Cavera) Could I help but see it? That light shining down, Everlasting direction Like Thorns of a crown These refractions fly, His word’s unveiled Another day… All Hope is impaled With the sentence he sends, Verified misnomers aside, Until you stretch out your hand To call me to the true light, A truly luminous […]
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CORPSE ROW (By Joseph Cavera) Desperation runs out To the red rope Embodying a despair within doubt Leaving hope The soul lies here In this grim place Where demons fear To fall from grace This Mad mien Dampens the soul Perhaps the cause Of this pandemic hole Reluctance and fright will flock and fluster While the […]
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when they are gone, mourn them as you knew them soluble as the elements they were- water soil fire air. sat at the bar in smoke whiskey pint- slow craic drifting in out of banter in stories someone’s laughter turning to songs. her and him dirt in their fingernails voices in mist memories mounted in dry stone walls left […]
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27TH HIGH WAY tonight, cobblestones have eaten into the earth, the potholes are gone; tender voids, noxious like hollows of black holes. the congestion twirls & begins to evaporate like smoke. automobiles compete with winds. & the beggar who sits with a dog, sniffing goodwill & coins. looks on, wishing the road remained shapeless, tainted with contours, like the […]
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EVER EXPANDING (By Joseph Cavera) I can not request the mercy of man, for it does not stem the tide which rages inside my expansive psyche. For it is the very same empathy which is the harbinger of further condescension, contempt placed between my closest friends and respected acquaintances, and I. In my aloof state of being, have I […]
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Photography – BLUE SURFACE (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
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AFTER PARTY (By John Biscello) She, Lazarus, back from the dead, with a musical vengeance— A beat, Christ, please, she asks of her martyred D.J., half-light, half-man, and out climbs her voice, grinding through rubble, a dark velvet toy wound up for centuries, released, on behalf of every last blue girl, unannounced, notes from underground unfurling a cortege of […]
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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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MY WORDS – By Elaine Nadal Inadequate fragments embedded with Ay, No puede ser, Sí se puede, Pura vida lacking punctuation misunderstood tirelessly running on and on syncopating along the way Lo tengo to’ pensao Pues a veces sometimes spontaneous problem-solving compassionate “Bendito, don’t you worry cariño.” creative making my own spice an unconventional lexicon embedded with made-up words feel […]
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