Cover to Cover – By Gil Hoy I’ve loved to read, listen to the melodious flow and tempo of another man’s written words and sentences through my eyes but in my brain, for as long as I can remember. In elementary school, I trekked each day along the cobblestone alley behind our house with a carrier full of books on […]
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On the Death of Dada Face your fate, old friend. The Cabaret Voltaire’s been closed. The movement’s at its end, but I suppose That those of us who live In the snakepit’s writhing dance Have learned, through you, to give Our poetry a second chance. Shall we dance? I know you died before My birth; it was a quarter […]
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“EINE KLEINE STEIN-MUSING” To knock him from his pedestal Is task long overdue. His theories now untenable; No glory privy to. Proclaimed a “genius” famously Because of one eclipse, When none at time knew truthfully The reason for those blips. “It’s space-time’s warping by the sun That makes the starlight bend.” When really then was known […]
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A RESTFUL MIND (By Joseph Cavera) After so many days Of laying one’s hands to work One searches the many ways That duties can be skipped and shirked At these particular times When the inside of one’s eyelids Holds the more alluring of charms Than the world around We find ourselves searching At distant grounds For a […]
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Camouflage plunging deeper into my miseries i come out of myself, reading threnodies even the camouflage’s lost its colour i will watch from the sidelines until i finally drown; until the last flicker bows to the tossing, to the darkness.
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Persona non Grata To the not good enough comments, I say, psshhhhhh. That was last week, a hundred years ago. Easily. I’m flushing, rinsing down the last backwash of badly- formed words. This week is triumph, so don’t mind that shadow you noticed last week. He has bloomed like a perrenial and will be back soon.
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I stayed late in the street tonight, felt the breeze chill come up, saw the ice sky form, fog-dense. Shirt tail out, I rock back in my boots, scan the silhouette corners for bar room stagger, a skater’s weave. From a rooftop nest, long minutes of a heron’s call are quieted as a diesel Mercedes, a Fat Boy Harley […]
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There’s the varnish. the wall. the tinder of grey, that give off the stench, of a world trying; in the pontificate. the joke, the stretch. Monotones; That wonder whether to accost, Accede. An unfamiliar rotundity next to a soon to close bar. I walk past those ponds you cropped thinking of the roads you traveled the gush sonorous. […]
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MONUMENTS – By Herb Siegel Generals sit erect while marble horses rear high, fallen comrades lie etched beneath. Presidents in chiseled rocks, bodiless soldiers entombed wrapped daily in a wreath. Obelisks’ soar marking feats of heroism, granite arches harbor battles won and lost. Gravestones hiding dead from vandalism iconic landmarks stand in sun and frost. Yet end comes to […]
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fading scars are fading Twenty-five years ago I unloaded a truckful of books. I’d done it a hundred times. Seventy-pound boxes into the back of the store, ten, twenty, before the bolt that jutted from the door handle caught my elbow. Three-inch tear extended the inner crease of my left arm. As the manager, what can you do? I […]
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