Ill Temper he’s a child speaking to my inner child kicking in the floor not getting what he wants I am not getting what I want neither of us are quite what we are after. Author Bio: Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. Her work has featured on Poetry Potion and The Poet Community.
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A leap of faith By Lynn Long Today… I took a leap of faith Springing forward into the great unknown I jumped off the high dive The fall seemed endless The impact jolting every fiber of my being And as I emerged from the cool water below… My soul was awakened
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A Nuclear Childhood What if your parents had never met had never married had never yelled at each other and instead had wed someone they loved and lived peacefully all those years. That would have been their Eden but you shaking there now decades later wouldn’t be with us cursing the tremors of a […]
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Hard Came Their Pain (For The CW’s Supernatural) (Parody of Rag’n’Bone Man’s Song: Hard Came The Rain) by, Melissa R. Mendelson Oh, my boys, you almost had it all Oh, sweet Mary finally rose, yet she was bound to fall Through all the hunting, you never noticed you never noticed the British men of letters gather round Oh, Ketch […]
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I hardly Knew You We remember a lost President, assassinated, promises unfulfilled, who dazzled the nation with youthful vigor almost unAmerican glamour, and many reminisce of what could have been, forgetting the best and brightest sent abroad in the Peace Corps, instead of working at home to cure national ills, forgetting how close he came to incinerating the world, […]
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On the tips of our fingers Is playing, the spring Hide and seek With colors! But beneath our feet No lush green grass, Only poisonous shrubs. From the mouth of desires Uttered rain drops pattering And, in our brains Bright red fire! With wings widely spread Dancing, black owl the angel of death The future though uncertain, […]
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The Silvering I AM LIVING WITHOUT MIRRORS WITHOUT THE VIEW OF RIGHT AND OF LEFT I KNOW NOT IF MY BEARD IS SHORN IF MY HAIR IS KEMPT IF MY COLLAR IS CLOSED I STEP DOWN FROM BATHROOM TO HALL AND SEE ONLY THE FRONT DOOR WHICH, ONCE OPENED, EXPRESSES THE FREE SUN AND WIND […]
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Action Paint Stripper He did it: Bared around as a torn poster – Slashed in irrigation, blatant in life. Squeezing out worms, slugs And snakes ablaze; All burst to flood Then blended underlay – A laminated rainbow. His luminescence crossed exposure’s edge; Flesh writhed erogenous, Prime canvas scrubbed. Paint frames contorted To every edge and corner, […]
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A Made-Up Place I’d love to sit by the old stone wall I made up once and roll it away to find a stairwell behind, a journey into a deeper unknown mystery of my mind, returning to the core of who I was, my smallest form, so that I might learn something new for today.
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Elizabeth, Mother of my mother, her knotted knuckles cradled my scraped elbows, the heaviness of my childhood heart. Her beauty unrepeatable, blistering. She stands hunched over the sink, peeling potatoes, buttering bread, in the yellow light of the pre-war kitchen she is ageless. When I think of home, I think of her, kindness dripping from her embrace like honey. […]
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