IN THE BRUSH (By Joseph Cavera) In to out is unearthed and free description, encryption form friction as fiction is subdivided into purest Soliloquy Silver screens form the veil that shrouds as memories and processes slowly deride senses that tried to confide hazy screams and dreamy clouds Sometimes we create our own destruction the fabrications we devise […]
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Tech Support – By Frank De Canio She might as well have borne them on her back, when she tapped into my computer files with all of the autonomy I’d lack – while subject to the technologic wiles she flashed. For her apparent probing hand brushed over them so she could take a look. It seemed my documents served her […]
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ANCESTOR WORSHIP The Gothic doors beckon me in. I enter. The nave is dim Though from the vaults the lights suspend And through the glass the colors blend. I forward step into the past Where medieval shadows cast. Distracted. What’s that I hear? The chant of monks praying near? Where columns rise, the open sky Appears […]
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Complacency You had the world eat from your hand And thought you had it made To fade into your fantasies. Nobody came to put you down, And so you never rose; You smiled and sang in blindness And your wine glass sweetly flattered you. Supremely bored, And worshipping the needs that passed you by You paused, to consult […]
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THE GHOSTS OF TIME The moon so ghostly naked in space, A very inhospitable place, Long thought devoid forever of life Was once the post for some other race. Beneath its surface split as by knife, In hollowed chamber built with great strife, Entombed for countless ages were found Machines and gadgets ever so rife. Exploring […]
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Camouflage plunging deeper into my miseries i come out of myself, reading threnodies even the camouflage’s lost its colour i will watch from the sidelines until i finally drown; until the last flicker bows to the tossing, to the darkness.
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On the Death of Dada Face your fate, old friend. The Cabaret Voltaire’s been closed. The movement’s at its end, but I suppose That those of us who live In the snakepit’s writhing dance Have learned, through you, to give Our poetry a second chance. Shall we dance? I know you died before My birth; it was a quarter […]
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Off The Wheel I rallied under the wheel the last the very last I knew my breath wasn’t for living not here where thoughts pave the streets and words ricochet nothing ever leaves us it can if we want to be more of ourselves and less of others to worship love and what’s behind it I place on the […]
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DOG Manchester, Connecticut 1985 Long after the time had come for her to stop driving she was driving her daughter to the store in her brown car that had no power steering or power brakes, and at 85 pounds of skin and a little contraption of bones you’d think she’d be a push-over but nothing could be […]
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Antarctica Journal is honored to announce our 2015 Anthology of Poetry, featuring all of the wonderful poems published on our website in 2015. We are so proud of all of the contributing artists and the superb poems that they have submitted. You can now browse all of these amazing artistic literary works in this complete anthology right here on our […]
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