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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HERE (By Melissa R. Mendelson) There is no other place that I would ever consider home but here, and here is a world far from perfect. We are still divided. Our emotions rage on from issues in our life and issues here that affect us. We still struggle to stand. My heart cannot bear to hold the news because […]
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THE ADVANCING BIOSPHERE (By Joseph Cavera) From the new, fly the old Species and spaces, forever fold into the zone of Daphne’s trees little finches none the wiser progression cannot freeze of course… They rang the tones of this old show years and years and years ago then old ships came to her feet and a […]
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A WEEK IN MAINE The morning of my retreat is dark with clouds loaded and low. Noisy gulls see me off. So do the first raindrops. I’m heading home but I don’t feel as if I’m going anywhere, just away from some place. I’m driving on tiptoe, tell myself, no looking back, let that woman go about blonde and blue-eyed, […]
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LUMINOUS MOON IN US (By Joseph Cavera) Once erected, now dejected lies Earth in downcast flumes Breaking apart but not dissected, she spouts deluging plumes This rock, once a vast collection of life, waits at certain latitudes The organisms who inhabited it had greater issues than poor attitudes Among the remnants of humanity, lies scrap, as anarchy rules Steel […]
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VERMILLION SPACE (By Joseph Cavera) Think of all the ways we do The things that run all our days through At that clever standing pace Fly up this world’s human race I’d sooner see black comets pass Than the fall of upper brass At least the Earth’s still free and here That’s just till I disappear… So […]
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FRANKFURT PIG (By Joseph Cavera) There once was a pig from Frankfurt, Who found he had grime on his shirt, He believed neither eye As he sullied a silk tie After spending a day, or two, in the dirt Now our dear friend had a quandry “How could such pure muck come upon me?” I can’t go wrong […]
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Separate, but… The boss told me I did a good job and the extra hours I put in last week secured a big account. He couldn’t give me a raise because the economy was poor: ‘As soon as earnings pick up’… But it didn’t stop him from a luxury vacation in France and Italy. Now is it just […]
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THE MAN WHO ATE HIS BOOTS I remember now. Air so still you could hear it breathing through the frozen shrouds, the crack of floes caressing hulls as if ships could talk to each other. Men slept fully clothed, smoked, drank tea, cooked, read books from the library, and pretended that this was all normal. On holidays […]
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Ill Temper he’s a child speaking to my inner child kicking in the floor not getting what he wants I am not getting what I want neither of us are quite what we are after. Author Bio: Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. Her work has featured on Poetry Potion and The Poet Community.
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