Poem – Processes (By Sanjeev Sethi)
Processes Grammar of grief wraps itself around the tremors of time and chips: organize blue pencillers. This will obliterate your errors. Better still, equip yourself and be your own editor.
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Processes Grammar of grief wraps itself around the tremors of time and chips: organize blue pencillers. This will obliterate your errors. Better still, equip yourself and be your own editor.
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A RED RANT (By Joseph Cavera) To all, I wonder everyday…why all of my friends, enemies, and acquaintances alike are crying and slowly edging towards sheer insanity…is there nothing that you can show alacrity over? Do your actions and words have…any… thought behind them? While this generation continues to writhe in its own self-created strife…I laugh, and smile […]
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CW ROCKS TRUE (Parody of Queen’s “We Will Rock You”) by, Melissa R. Mendelson Barry, you’re a boy making a big flash Playin’ on Earth 2, here comes Zoom You got to kick his ass He’s got that scary mask Reapers are fast, chasing you all over the damn place, Singin’ CW, CW Rocks True CW, CW Rocks […]
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The Song of Songs FEAR FEAR FOR THE CHILDREN FIND FLIGHT FOR THEM ALL AND OTHERS AND SWEEP FOR SOLOMON AND HIS ANCESTORS AND FIGHT FOR HIS DAUGHTERS AND SONS. THOSE WHO THINK OF LOVE AND REDEMPTION THOSE WHO SPEAK OF HEARTS AND WOE THOSE WHO THRIVE FROM SCATTERING PETALS THOSE WHO SHINE WITH GUTTURAL GRIEF. SO […]
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The Dry River Red desert sky collapsing to black in the vast cottonwood shadow. Wind in the cane, rock on rock and a sheep horn in the dirt. Star on her skin in wisdom, the moon returns to mountain. Her mortal also abandons his form in the thorn fire at the dry river. Night is quiet then as I am […]
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Once, not so long ago, there was a very sad dragon who spent all her lonely days deep in slumber within her cave. She ventured outside only to wish upon the sparkling white lights that filled an ebony sky. There, beneath the pale lights, lost in memories, the dragon would dream of a world in which she soared high into […]
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Let’s go fly the kite – By Narges Friend, gather the broken frame Change the eroded parts Attach the needed new pieces Allow new glue to dry Apply a fresh coat of color to frame Choose a vibrant shade for cover It is time to fly the kite If you can, mend the old links Put aside […]
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Rethinking Things – By Gil Hoy I should have married a computer with high-speed internet at an early age. I wouldn’t have needed so much school. Just search for “Most useful info” and read on for four years. Grad school? Just search: “Most useful info—advanced.” It’s all there. If Bill Gates had thought of this, he could really truly […]
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Dear Jimi, I had the honor of meeting you in London in January 1969. I worked as a set carpenter at the BBC recording studios West London. You were there to record some of your “BBC Sessions” tracks. I was in your presence for perhaps ten minutes, long enough to become a life-long fan. – John A Brennan The […]
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Once this bedroom door is closed the rug deals in flowers, its dark scent reaching up where your eyes expect sunlight and miles away the heady whiff from a firefly –already she’s naked the woman you just this minute inhaled, a deep breath who can’t see, has to feel along the grass though the dead still stake a […]
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