Voyage to Italy AND IN GREAT PARNASSUS THE DWEEBS HELD SWAY SIFTING AND RISING FROM THEIR HARD BEDS BECKONING AND WELCOMING THE BECOMING OF THAT MAN WHO DRIVES DOWN THROUGH THE BUFFALO HERD AND THE HERD OF THEM PREGNANT AND BRIGHT BRIMMING WITH THE WONDROUS THE LORE AND THE SHINE THE MIRACLES FED WITH FORKS […]
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Photography – SILENT POST (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
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ON BEING SAFE His mantra starts out, “Warm, clean, comfortable.” He’s had his share of troubles — health, work, relationships. He’s never been consoled to hear, “Others have it so much worse.” Why would that make him feel better? How many people go hungry, combing dumpsters for food, or sleep in cardboard boxes in freezing weather? Others […]
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Plain Girl Pretty Rose was a plain girl from a small town. She sang in the choir, never missed Bible study, left for the big city after high school. She worked nights in a shanty diner next to a bar where working men gathered. Depending on how much the men had to drink Rose looked appealing but she ignored […]
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LAND OF POETRY (By Joseph Cavera) Today we sit here in this world Of speeches, media, and flags unfurled Some who live see the green and blue While others peer over a grayer hue For those who are felicitous- want a spin? And you who are not, follow me in… We’re traveling to a familiar place, Which can […]
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When I pile up cut tomatoes, red onion, and radishes on top of romaine lettuce, I think of the hands that picked, cleaned, packed, and loaded them on trucks, carried them to cold rooms arranged them on shelves. As I remember stories of my father, a new comer a child-laborer in another era in another country, I say a […]
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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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SEDUCTION IN SILICON (By Joseph Cavera) Cerulean shines capture my eyes in curvaceous well-fashioned shapes the likes of which my dreams can only dream of, teetering along the lines of slipping into her artificial façade, her smooth hips and luscious lips of lighter tones, silicon strips replace her bones, meld with mine in seductive shattering, surreal captivating symmetry, her […]
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When, out of exhaustion To set hurries the sun; I will be on toes To respond to call of time. I shall leave With the little I’d have reaped From the golden stool of prominence; I shall leave Behind the sacred palm My people have tended and irrigated With oceans of sweat and blood. I will need no cry […]
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