Poem – Untitled (By Rex Begay)
I am guilty of skipping chapters stained with shadows Missing moments not composed I feel unworthy of your tales untold, reserved for me, while dust sleeps upon the page There […]
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I am guilty of skipping chapters stained with shadows Missing moments not composed I feel unworthy of your tales untold, reserved for me, while dust sleeps upon the page There […]
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Alchemist Sing, earth-captured starlight Purest light to touch the earth Purest light to flow through day and night To flood our sense-zone; Sing through my blinking tubes and phials, All potions, never poured; Yet all suffused in afterthought. My litmus-jewels, made one by burning faces, turning suns, That charred the fixed eye, the rooted touch. Bodies I gel, not cruelly […]
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I think an angel might be working the drive thru window of my local McDonald’s. I’m not for sure, but I’ve had my suspensions now for some time. One might wonder,”why I feel this way?” I question the feeling myself, for nothing in our interaction is beyond the normal pleasantries. I am always greeted with a kind smile and an […]
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Bio: Michael T. Roeder is the youngest of three children in a working family and has lived in New York all his life, growing up in Queens, moving to Yonkers and then the Bronx; during which time he gained his bachelors degree in creative writing as well as certifications in multimedia, web and graphic design. He’s done work for various […]
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Oxymoronic Blues – By Mankh corporations legally persons while persons treated as illegals, Facebook and faceless corporations, home alone on social media, consumer confidence, industrial park, professional sports a game, state-of-the-Art, free press, politically correct, “…deriving their Powers from the Consent of the Governed”, peacekeeper missile, friendly fire, holy war, pre-emptive self-defense, virtual reality, false profits predicting a future based […]
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Atrocious moments in time paint history in red, and a thousand words can’t silence a million tears shed. Beautiful faces and gentle hands disappear from lives led, and golden grains of love slip from hearts bled from icy teardrops of loss, chasing pain and dread. But never would they be forgotten for all they dreamt and said, and always […]
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Not Another Not another poem about the crunch of autumn leaves; I would stuff the leaves in my mouth, chew them, and make a collage. Not another poem about pristine snow; I’d mark it with my humanity, trying to write a sonnet in human emotion on an otherwise untouched canvas. Not another poem about the cold of reason; I […]
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Reflections of Infinity – By Fern G. Z. Carr At opposing ends of a corridor, two mirrors confront each other in a contest of wills stubbornly flinging images into infinity – a cycle of reincarnation animating the essence of reflected light. FERN G. Z. CARR is a director of Project Literacy, lawyer, teacher and past president of the Society for […]
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Echoes Sometimes… laughter echoes, hollow, haunting and mean. Mocking memories and gnawing away at the mangled pieces left behind. Raw, aching moments past, their humor lost. The memory though still too near. ~Chanacee Ruth-Killgore Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives in East Tennessee with her husband, Michael, and their two wild and crazy pups, Wrigley and […]
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The Girl In The Window by, Melissa R. Mendelson I first noticed her one night before dark. She hovered in front of the window, staring outward. At first, I thought that she was staring at me, but she wasn’t. It was as if she were looking at something else, but what? We were surrounded by woods. Was it something in […]
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