Poem – Misanthrope at Sunset Manor (By Donal Mahoney)

  Even as a child Charles couldn’t forgive other children not for something they had done  but rather for who they were. They were inferior and couldn’t help it, his parents both agreed. Charles couldn’t stand any of them. This continued his entire life.   Charles almost married a woman  he had hired only to discover later  she wasn’t perfect, no better than the little people he had hired to wrap and mail thousands […]

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Poem – DAWN (By Ray Gallucci)

  DAWN   It shuffled across the savannah Toward shade from the rising sun. In each hand it carried banana Held firm by opposing thumb.   An ape by all rights of appearance, Yet upright its ambling gait. To primate behavior adherence Except little quirk of late.   Whenever would pass by some water, It often would stop to stare. […]

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Poem – Parents Night (By Donal Mahoney)

Parents Night    Emma used to do real good in school her mother tells her new teacher. It’s Parents Night at Ryland Elementary. Mostly mothers in attendance.   What’s the problem, her mother asks. Fifth grade shouldn’t be hard for her. Emma’s never had a grade lower than  a B, her mother says.   Teacher says Emma doesn’t do her homework and talks a lot in class. Her mother can’t believe it. Says her […]

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Poem – Checkpoint (By David Russell)

Checkpoint Lurching, they bluster – ghouls into the chasm. Fierce lava, blowing, nullifies their fall And dissipates harsh gravity’s concussion, Forces a seething screen of phoenix cowardice, Leaping to swell Into a fresh, mendacious crust, Tripping and throttling the led Into a smear upon pure metamorphic beauty. The skeleton’s jaws yawn apart; A stranded mountaineer was frozen At his prime […]

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Poem – Connections (David Russell)

Connections Sheen caps ground rails Soaking harsh sleepers To rattle mud-flounced trains.   Drizzle dusts, Grinding against itself, Sparking the tracks’ sheen With casual exasperation;   Blinding the gravel Kicking in panic Against the basalt of its being.   The lifeline   Brine polishes ground cliffs, Moss-padded in their cavities, The waves of muscle buffet, Abrade the penciled rocks, Cowl […]

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