There is something deeply suffocating about life today in the prosperous west. Bourgeoisification, the suburbanisation of the soul, proceeds at an unnerving pace. Tyranny becomes docile and subservient, and soft totalitarianism prevails, as obsequious as a wine waiter. Nothing is allowed to distress and unsettle us. The politics of the playgroup rules us all.
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Whispers of Hope (Dedicated to Hurricane Katrina Victims) by, Melissa R. Mendelson Tears pour over endless cries as footprints vanish in the mud left behind by those whose world has been ripped away. Stranded in a place once called home, all the dreams slip away like moments in time that we took for granted. The golden days of life […]
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TEN YEARS TRANSIENCE (By Joseph Cavera) after time the arms do rust mitigate intitial verve wrought nothingness and ill humored lust but if your contemplations lie next to cleanliness, where birds fly then they’ll serve to clarfiy but oh the jaws of life do close wither and wilt a shattered rose For all that lies ahead […]
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Intrusion Forced entry into caves, mud huts, castles, log cabins, condos, has been a constant, despite best efforts of self defense, violent penetration usually resulting in looting, rape, slaughter, violation of the dwelling, yet more survive in modern times, courtesy of better law and order. Gary Beck/Ignition Point ‘Ignition Point’ is an unpublished poetry collection that looks at […]
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THE ADVANCING BIOSPHERE (By Joseph Cavera) From the new, fly the old Species and spaces, forever fold into the zone of Daphne’s trees little finches none the wiser progression cannot freeze of course… They rang the tones of this old show years and years and years ago then old ships came to her feet and a […]
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Connections Sheen caps ground rails Soaking harsh sleepers To rattle mud-flounced trains. Drizzle dusts, Grinding against itself, Sparking the tracks’ sheen With casual exasperation; Blinding the gravel Kicking in panic Against the basalt of its being. The lifeline Brine polishes ground cliffs, Moss-padded in their cavities, The waves of muscle buffet, Abrade the penciled rocks, Cowl […]
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Poetry – Excerpts From ‘The POND Project’ (By John L. Stanizzi) These small poems are from a one-year-long project called POND — The poems are acrostics. Everyday, at different times during the day, I visit our pond with notebook and camera in hand. I jot down some notes, take a picture or two, if a good photo op. presents itself. Then […]
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GO BE HAPPY Go be happy. Smile for the camera. Keep moving. Sing and dance like Cab Calloway. Hold his hand and kiss his neck. Buy art deco furniture together. Make sure your shoes match your outfit. Cry with joy as he lifts your veil. Call his name and scratch his back as the walls shake in the vibrating […]
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Faces So many faces yesterday, a blur on the canvas of a life; one in deep, seemingly sad thought; fast moving in and out of existences they will never encounter. A mustache sticks on top of a long blond beard unkempt, Groucho’s no doubt, with the dark rims Buddy loved so, and the long wig, blond, red, curly, […]
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The Odyssey (By John Biscello) Casting my toy boat into the tub and jumping in, I stare at my love, slathered in gauzy bubbles, she of the champagne beard and foam wig; tension mounting, I take a deep breath, exhale, then pop the question—Will you be my first mate and sail with me, come hell or high water? She […]
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