Courage (Getting Out of Bed) My heart grows restless, my limbs heavy The paradox of a frustrated mind The simplest things seem unattainable Before me There are mountains to climb I am eager, yet, sit motionless Failure the constant on my mind I sit and worry …and wonder Before me There are mountains to climb I long […]
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The Ticking by, Melissa R. Mendelson White walls dressed in color splayed across the room. Large, glass windows drifted beneath soft, silky white curtains. The furniture was all decked out in black leather, all except for the chestnut wood desk in the corner. A ceiling fan whirled around and around, chasing the heat out, and the black floor glistened […]
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On the west bound expressway I drive my silver Honda. Except for a few stars, everything is black, The road is black, and rear car lights seem like a meteor show going 80 mph. There are four lanes of road. I drive a short distance and the engine dies. My pulse quickens; My stomach tightens. Cars swerve around me. […]
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Stone Slate – By Melissa R. Mendelson They tell me that I am alive. If that were so, shouldn’t I breathe? Listen to your heart, and I’m stupid for listening once more. I don’t hear anything. Check your pulse. “I am checking,” I scream. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. How could they tell me what they tell me, and how could I […]
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Sandstorm Howling like a thousand wolves Throwing shadows that swirled around the walls The stand pounded and blinding Feels the stinging his arms and chicks To press the lips together to stop it entering his mouth Like bowing his head into his shoulder So that he could breathe The sand clung to them Coating over his skin Like a drop […]
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My Heart In A Cave by, Melissa R. Mendelson A long time ago, I had a dream that I hid my heart deep inside a cave. Why I did this? I don’t know, but now I was stumbling through the darkness, struggling to hear its beat. Its rhythm had thundered across the stone walls once. It thunders no more, […]
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SANDHOUSE – By Elaine Nadal When her house was still standing, it sufficed as a place to bathe, eat, and sleep– a space for the familiar formed by strangers with the same blood drops sprinkled on the dirt, conspicuously evoking words that have been written on the stone walls of a cave– crushed, combined with sand to create a […]
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My God Author: Milenko Županović King wanted to build a hill in this place works are going very slowly his insane ideas workers have died in this place when King was already old, ordered the construction stops the sun is shining on a rocks Along the valleye choed my God, my God At that moment, everyone knelt and began […]
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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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Remembering (for Eduardo Galeano) – By Mankh “I’m a writer obsessed with remembering…” – Eduardo Galeano Having heard them before, sometimes when they are nowhere to be seen i hear geese calling. Is this, Eduardo, how you were obsessed with remembering? Once touched by something that commands eyes skyward, heart shifting its pumping, the feet stopping in their tracks […]
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