A stiff razor-edged blade slices – By Gil Hoy through pulsating flesh, as the hot orange sun glistens on freshly red-tainted steel. No moans, no cries, no gasps, as the core of a rational caring human being falls to the ground with a sickening thud. A disgusted Prime Minister, with rows of soldiers in neatly pressed uniforms […]
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WAITING FOR SPRING (By Robert Trabold) I so wanted to go to the seashore today – was a a long winter. Wind at the shore was sharp but not bitter cold as in recent weeks. Sun was out friendly. Dunes were dull still had winter’s brown. Green of spring too early for that. I was not the […]
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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * So you let the water boil as if you were not yet born and already breathing it can barely make out the bubbles burdened by sunlight the way some ancient sea struggles inside, hangs on to bells –it’s a battered pot, beaten and the dead who still ask why reefs are needed […]
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MY COUNTRY SIDE {Where old misty mountains adorn the sphere competing with the sky in height and glory and boisterous antelope’s race and hide behind the shrubs from *ogún’s intrusion} ~Akeredolu Tope My country side Where unruly old vultures scavenge on hot excrement Threatening even the carriers Of the meal, the happy children Pouring out yesterday’s fill My country […]
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Clouds In chroniclers’ minds Past wars all went full circle Making great urban filth destroy itself So that the finest flowers and shrubs Could sprout at random. And birds, in exultation Or happy in their ignorance Made rills of melody Now man had passed them by. But now, with ice and poison For one full year enthralled, embalmed. […]
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Darker by Mike MatterThe lights linger through the ache in my head and a smile flashes for an instant The memory of a past and future to preoccupy me mindfully paces before my the end of day and I type once more in victory and defeat while settling for a middle ground like a battlefield where the warhorse struggles in […]
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An Act of the Will If love’s real, not the puppy kind, it’s not just a feeling but an act of the will a constant giving whether one feels like it or not. After many years you don’t know why you’re doing it or why It must be done. Two begin as grapes purple with passion unaware you’ll be raisins wrinkling at the end.
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ANGEL (By Joseph Cavera) Run through the days Like kids on a beach All the ways, In life, is but a small breach Shines the light seeping out through that mask Which conceals a bravado façade Calling me to ask, Just why you smile…and nod At every quip I leave, When the easiest precepts Are impossible to conceive. So […]
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CORPUS CHRISTI Author: Milenko Zupanovic Ostensorium in a procession of almost the entire city, it leads to the statue of the saint on the hill, relics returned to the church a stranger, only in a white slept next to the statue of the saint thorns stuck into his hand, blood trickled down by snow boards of the city, he […]
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EVER EXPANDING (By Joseph Cavera) I can not request the mercy of man, for it does not stem the tide which rages inside my expansive psyche. For it is the very same empathy which is the harbinger of further condescension, contempt placed between my closest friends and respected acquaintances, and I. In my aloof state of being, have I […]
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