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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Ophelia’s Blues (By John Biscello) her sad sea-green dress, an epitaph, rippling quietly, as if in a dream. the small history of a fresh wraith, white fingers forever separating the bones from the silt. Originally from Brooklyn, NY, author, poet and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in Taos, New Mexico for the past thirteen years. He is the author […]
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“EINE KLEINE STEIN-MUSING” To knock him from his pedestal Is task long overdue. His theories now untenable; No glory privy to. Proclaimed a “genius” famously Because of one eclipse, When none at time knew truthfully The reason for those blips. “It’s space-time’s warping by the sun That makes the starlight bend.” When really then was known […]
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D CIDE Sorrow and shock has claimed our world as burning fires of revenge pour out from the ones, who gather around the tv to see our enemies dance and cheer while a coldness settles over us and a temptation to destroy to fill the void before the emptiness consumes us all, but questions still linger in the rattled […]
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Lay Figure – By Frank De Canio A woman’s like a full form mannequin some tailors utilize to make a dress. For well-stitched fabric needs a frame to pin itself on to ensure that points of stress are placed to maximize a proper fit. But fantasy’s a pattern that demands deft needlework if guys are to acquit themselves with more […]
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