Inward Images Your hair hangs thick and tangled over the soft cheek its ridge of bone smoothed by years of smiles the blonde ends brush your nose, glis- ten with perspiration, cover the curve of half your lips so set, so strident determined in desire one liquid green eye imparts immediacy infects me with sexiness brazen stare […]
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Photography – Who’s Ready For Church? (By Melissa R. Mendelson)
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They lie down as children would below the blankets on a cold, unheated night. They fend for themselves, using the vocabulary of prophets, the tears of the misplaced and the belief in mercy. They stand tall at an impasse, draw pictures in the wind and covet love as the only treasure. They give light in a torrent of darkness […]
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VERDANCE FROM BLACK (By Joseph Cavera) To you I ride a weathered train Puffing obsidian clouds, crossing this bridge Your presence awaits me beyond this ridge Alas, from lilac loving I must abstain My presence approaching is raised a smidge And a true train this bridge may lack, But my love you see blooms like fresh lilac Like […]
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Shatter Now, you have done it. Glass all over the floor. A space where it was. What were you looking for? Give me a better answer than that lie. You know who you are, so don’t cry. What about society and those who stand away? In that mirror, your true self will stay, despite living a lie, crying yourself to […]
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Opinion The majority writes the opinion. When the box scores are posted the team is found to have won despite an unacceptable number of errors. There are, however, no disqualifications.
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Respitoration Can there still be irrigation Now the stem’s closed, dry? Can there still be imagination – When the bottom’s gone awry – When everyone can see Through every ancient icon? In spite of everything, maybe – When light floods all opacity, As every block of granite, Basalt, obsidian Melts into a stained-glass window; When experience […]
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AUTO PILOT By, Melissa R. Mendelson “How was your father’s funeral?” “It was fine.” “Just fine, Gary?” Gary stretched out on a brown, leather couch. He turned to look at the older gentleman sitting near him with his legs crossed and a notepad and pen in his lap. His brown eyes held his gaze, and then Gary resumed watching the […]
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In Transit Unemployed’s tube journey: For those safe, definable few minutes there is the duality Of oneself and the comfort of the seat – the circle; Seal; it chops perfectly, crossing the antilinear. It induces connexity; the most complete awareness of the toil and monotony which went into making the tube, and the seat inside the train inside […]
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In Good Company Hurt for the first time again, they swear to live, seeking protection in the indelible mirror; yet they stare in hope of freezing the image they hope all will see. Broken anew, birthing twins to the old scars, finding a smile in a figure of fragile wax, they must, and know to stay away from […]
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