Noblesse Oblige – By Frank De Canio It isn’t strange that some sweet girl who’s charmed a male combatant in the sexes’ war should, seeing that her former foe’s disarmed by awe, forgo hostilities she swore. For, after all, a man thus smitten cedes his prowess to exigencies of love. His heart is focused on romantic deeds and gallantry instead […]
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PHILOSOPHICAL DIFFERENCES The backseat driver sits by my side applying the brakes, cautioning, “There’s a car!” which, by the way, is ten car lengths ahead at a corner and I am already fully aware. “Here are the keys,” I offer, stopped at the roadside, “Would you prefer to drive?” But now, she is offended, says she just […]
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Ride and Dash He can always spot ’em the ones who’ll try to run at a stoplight get the ride for free for them he keeps the .38 under the seat they always end up being the most generous of the night’s fares he can call off for the night after one or two
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We moved from filth to slime, It wasn’t swift, it took some time But movement came and we progressed. We moved, from place to place, Stayed a while and then we chased Our dreams to rainbow’s feet. We moved, from grass. To concrete grey, Some roads we took and lost our way, To live again as filth and slime. […]
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This shallow dish dead center though its glass is commonplace shimmering into mist –it’s not the usual birth or that fragrance still moist from the womb, reaching out to be born in the open –you cool this tea the way every breath divides in half then half again and again till all that’s left is snow […]
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Mantra Every lived heart is a palimpsest. The trick is to pursue new tongues, parse neologisms. Pasts: miry or otherwise need no postmortems. Not on cloudy days nor when crocked.
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You pick away at the Earth as if your grave was filled with the wait for flowers :one foot already pleased, the other still wrapped in dirt weighed down stone by stone the way fruit is ripened keyed up and seaworthy, is lowered into a wooden box that never leaves shore just the loading and unloading […]
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Remembering His Third Wife Never speak ill of the dead, his father always said, and his father was a pastor who preached from the pulpit. That’s why whenever he thinks of his third wife, and he does almost daily, he never says anything bad. Instead, he sends himself an email and records for history yet another evil deed she managed to […]
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FOOTPRINTS Brian T. Marshall I spotted them on my third day there. A question mark in the sand. First off a little background. I was never supposed to be there alone, walking on that beach. But Karen had decided, two weeks shy of departure, that we weren’t a couple anymore. And no, I don’t want your sympathy, it […]
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There are many other possibilites. The busy homeworker sees more washing up to do. The cat sees something to knock over. The lovers see something to share. The conspiracy theorist sees that the water was drugged, and the glass had a gun and was on the grassy knoll. The racist believes that the glass will be stolen by immigrants. […]
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