Whenever I Hear A Train Whenever I hear a train, I want to run. I always wanted to run. Since I was a child, I would stand before the open door, but then the door would slam shut. I never knew where it was that I was supposed to go, and instead of running free, I caught the wrong […]
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Restless in holidays Trace of white frost on green grass, red ribbons on the fences, menorahs on the lawns, red, green, and silver lights on pine trees manmade icicles on front eaves It is that time of the year again. Boxed ornaments welcome their short-lived freedom while hang on branches of indoor pines. Decorated shop-fronts invite window-shoppers […]
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Notes Upon Viewing The still-frame, captured eye, I do not ask permission to see. When I enter the theater, I simply view. The camera takes me where I want to go, high in the air where I have never been. Up and down the side of a skyscraper. Into the mouth of a problem. Image, sound, life, deformed, resembled, […]
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You climb and these steps spread out in those rings trees still carry under their wings –you collect height and at night two at a time though the steps are chipped the inscriptions worn away staring off to the side –they will be first spruced back to life and at the top you move the sun back […]
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HOW TO BREAK SNOW – By John Grey Something foreign helps, armored vehicles adorned with unfamiliar grim-faced eagles rolling down white slopes, and explosions in the distance, close at hand – loud red, even louder black, instant thaw. No tool more expedient than soldiers pounding on a door, the path more hob-nailed print than even sheen, roof and eaves cascading […]
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Dead, a Viking walked over the Rainbow Bridge. If he (and it always seemed to be a he) died in battle, then he had a 50% chance of going to Valhalla, ruled by Odin, for drinks. The other half went to Freya’s Field. I’d have liked the field. After an hour of snow followed by summerish sunshine, my partner […]
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CLAIM FOR THE MEEK (By John Biscello) I do not want to see the face of God. I want to see her mask, where and for whom it cracked, the causal history of lines and fissures; want to trace, with blind mute innocence, the light quartered and drawn in Braille, its grooves holding, without strain or regret, Mercy’s hidden […]
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The Waking Nightmare IN THE WAKE OF FORGOTTEN DREAMS I RISE AND BLINK HAVE I BEEN LAUGHING HAVE I BEEN CRYING HAVE I BEEN AFRAID OR EXALTED HAVE I SEEN MY UNCONSCIOUS HAVE I BEEN TO OTHER WORLDS HAVE I SEEN THE OTHER OR IS IT ALL BUT A DREAM WHERE I WEPT AND RAN AND […]
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JUST FOR KICKS (By Joseph Cavera) There once was a fool named Scott, Who enjoyed kicking things a lot To his surprise, He met his demise, When he kicked a meteor that was still hot
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A grey, blustery day And the sun breaks through More of a wink than a smile Reminding me To savor such moments For much is fleeting And often passes Unnoticed In the busy-ness of days Where we are pushed ever forward But when the wind has changed And the clouds linger It is the memory of such times That […]
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