SECOND SELF – By Roger Singer The second self of me is the gift unwrapped. The adventure in need of a path. A stone to be dislodged. A bridge that crosses every part, leading to passions and fears. It’s a road without a friendly door or room without a place to hide; My second self forces me to sunlight. I’ll […]
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Blood and Tears. War and Hate. Death and Destruction. Hell and Fate. I am dead because I’m not you. What you said? Hate is not true. Why cleanse me? Are you blind? We are brothers. Open your mind. Why ignore that? It’s a fact. We’re both human, so don’t attack. I pity you with your dead. […]
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WAR SPECULATION (By Joseph Cavera) “its so scary…..when all the bullets have been fired, and all the men of one side are eternally dismissed…..the world about them lies in mess of shrapnel and waste- shattered, and in flames”
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A Husband Falters Better take his wife to lunch after what he said yesterday. A slip of the tongue. But where to take her? The Chinese buffet? The Indian buffet? Maybe the Japanese place. She likes sushi and tempura. But when he asks about lunch she says not a chance. She has to clean the house. Cleaning lady comes today. [su_mahoney]
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EVE (By Joseph Cavera) it was christmas eve, and all through the streets, wind echoes without grace, telling me to leave ..for a better place. yet I arose to see a snowy sight, crystals rose up in the sky shining down refracted light such beauty, a frozen cry left behind by the Man up there and still is […]
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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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LIFE, A HOBBY (By Joseph Cavera) Let it never be said that each of us would be better off without a hobby. A small side directive of which to begin, where new aspects of life await, waiting to be mapped and measured. For some, the charm lies carving small creations from bits of wood. For others, sailing on a […]
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AWAKENED November 22, 1963 East Hartford High School 2.02 p.m. Ninth grade English, and just out of Catholic, school, I was not yet adjusted to the outrageous idea of a public school – no uniforms, and teachers who were men, men in street clothes, not dressed in black with stiff white collars and faces of […]
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I Have Not Forgotten Fancy Prologue: “Talk about the devil And show me the angel, Fancy Who doesn’t need an anvil To forge or hammer his fallacies” Chapter One: forgive me; I’m unworthy to lace your fancy shoes, I’m unworthy to call you a lair; I’ll leave that to the voices in your guitar— the ones that knew […]
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Two-Faced Tanning (Moral Majority S/M) Time was – One got the slipper, cane and strap – And now, in honest balance of corrected afterthought, Admits that one was fired by sting and weal And thought that someone got a turn-on; “This hurts me more than it hurts you!” Yes: heartfelt behind the irony. Now all of this is […]
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