The Stop & Shop Strike The Stop & Shop strike v. Game of Thrones. In Game what’s not made plain is the condition of the people compared with warriors and queens. There is no mention of land-clearance, tree-felling, pruning, chopping, digging, hoeing, weeding, branding, gelding, slaughtering, salting, tanning, brewing, boiling, smelting, forging, milling, thatching, fencing and hurdle-making, hedging, road-mending and […]
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Shut – By, Melissa R. Mendelson White porcelain faces in this river that I still drown in, pulled under by their world. Painted eyes closed and plastic smiles, their faces drift by as I continue to struggle to stand. Chorus: Will you see me? Will you open your eyes? Can you take me in? Let me be […]
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LIFE AFTER DEATH (One Day in Pompeii) We walk the stones of Pompeii Where grooves from chariots live And try to fathom that day When Mt. Vesuvius heaved. The mountain belched now and then Whenever Vulcan saw fit To blow his bellows again And clean his forges of grit. Some smoke and ashes the norm. The […]
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THE ESTHETICS OF SELF Against the horizon, you must always consider three skies: the one you see, the one you think about, and the one that’s really there. Our illusions falter on an edge we prefer to imagine, a definition beyond sight. But the eye has no horizon, the mind no extension beyond itself. […]
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Bears Starving in the Woods Long article in the paper this morning stops Tim from gobbling his bacon and eggs. Bears are starving in the woods. Too many cubs, too little food. There’s a plan to feed them. But no plan yet to feed people in the city nearby waving signs about working for food.
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Dark Secrets from collar to corner, from newspaper print to blink screen, the bad news spreads faster than the pleasant stores of rescue, wrongs search for wrongdoer, like flashlights in the dark. Author Bio: Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. Her work has featured on Poetry Potion and The Poet Community.
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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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Checkpoint Lurching, they bluster – ghouls into the chasm. Fierce lava, blowing, nullifies their fall And dissipates harsh gravity’s concussion, Forces a seething screen of phoenix cowardice, Leaping to swell Into a fresh, mendacious crust, Tripping and throttling the led Into a smear upon pure metamorphic beauty. The skeleton’s jaws yawn apart; A stranded mountaineer was frozen At his prime […]
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Connections Sheen caps ground rails Soaking harsh sleepers To rattle mud-flounced trains. Drizzle dusts, Grinding against itself, Sparking the tracks’ sheen With casual exasperation; Blinding the gravel Kicking in panic Against the basalt of its being. The lifeline Brine polishes ground cliffs, Moss-padded in their cavities, The waves of muscle buffet, Abrade the penciled rocks, Cowl […]
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