Reflections First there was a God Bounded by no face, Faced by no bounds. Yet first there was a mirror (What first is first with no bounds clear?) The mirror drew the sun, Scored with its bounds the sky And drew the God a face – And drew the God to Man; So drawn, the God […]
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‘Misery Of Living’ On a first name basis at my hometown pharmacy Solace is an orange bottle that says I still have five refills remaining The same faceless people accompany me on the trolley I’ve witnessed the benefits of Christianity at the light of life but God is still a stranger All alone amongst the crowd people carry on like […]
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Gasping on air and salt and though you can hear the soup cool an ocean deep inside the Earth is bubbling under your skull exhausted –it’s natural you wait for the soup to grieve louder and louder as if your arms were coming too close –wave after wave you scatter more salt and across the bowl […]
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Mud Intimate I plunge my fingers in mud and sculpt a twig spine, line of dirt deep massage for all the hurt sluiced through river banks and muck. I tickle the cherry tree root so its limbs can feel a hand’s warmth, a glow that stimulates stone fruit. In that line I poke a stone, rounded rock of muddied […]
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MY COUNTRY SIDE {Where old misty mountains adorn the sphere competing with the sky in height and glory and boisterous antelope’s race and hide behind the shrubs from *ogún’s intrusion} ~Akeredolu Tope My country side Where unruly old vultures scavenge on hot excrement Threatening even the carriers Of the meal, the happy children Pouring out yesterday’s fill My country […]
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Ink dries on my skin the way breath does on yours. You have lost the way to this parched strip of land and I have refused the silence required to get to yours. We are stranded, mud stained and moist with moss-green regret, a galaxy of hesitations apart. Bio: Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who […]
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INTO THE SEA (By Nicolo Santilli) send love and prayers into dreams as into a surrounding sea with many shores and harbors that receive
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Full Moo It sure is a full moo tonight winked the farmer to the cow, squeezing each teat gently firmly, into the pail.
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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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Prevent The Fallen Hero (to those who risk their lives daily for us) Everyday as they get ready for work, they push aside the possibility that they may not make it home. Everyday as they walk out that door, they try to reassure their family that they will be coming home. When they put on that vest, they pray […]
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