Where the Grass Grows Sunlight narrows the shadow, spreading across the writer’s back to his face. He wakes, ready to feed his children, walks through the halls, and out to the patio with a leash around his neck, and a nurse by his side. Near the cracks in the concrete that shape the letter Z, he sees their hair. […]
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WIPEOUT OF 2033 (By Joseph Cavera) Golden ribbons flutter and fold down the sides of the tallest building I have ever seen. At the skyscraper’s peak, A tall man watches His ramifications unfold down to the world below his scythe is grander than any instrument of teeming Death than any could possibly envision. The clouds of Obsidian in their […]
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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * She wraps your limp the way the sun marks out its darkness and along the ground pours a small circle –you’ll make it back she says, writes on a pad kept open how seabirds will call each other over and over force their feathers though your shadow too has taken on that phase […]
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My Awkuzu Mistake Maybe it’d been a perfect end That time we shared at Awkuzu On crumpled cotton bedsheets— Testimony of what we called love Or maybe we should’ve just ended it That infamous night in February You confessed I was not the only one And yet you called it love That was not the only lie […]
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Reflections First there was a God Bounded by no face, Faced by no bounds. Yet first there was a mirror (What first is first with no bounds clear?) The mirror drew the sun, Scored with its bounds the sky And drew the God a face – And drew the God to Man; So drawn, the God […]
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In 1920 he came on a boat from Ireland and found his way through Ellis Island. He found a room in a boarding house catering to his kind and went looking for a job but found instead signs in windows saying “No Irish Need Apply.” A cemetery asked him to dig graves and lower the dead. In America today […]
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ROMAN RUMINATION I went to visit ancient Rome, But found it never fell. Its buildings may seem crumbled stone, But it’s alive and well. Its mighty temples still exist Though in an altered form. Its rings of gold and amethyst Still fingers rich adorn. For in the City Vatican The emperor still reigns, Descended from Octavian, […]
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LOST NO MORE? Atlantis’s legend’s a mystery no more — Just Isles Santorini remain from its shore. Volcano that blew, fifteen hundred B.C., Replaced most of Thera with nothing but sea.* Seems Plato was right, even though off by ten When cited millennia nine as to when Atlantis had vanished in less than a day Since only […]
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The Widow Next Door Every Saturday when the sun is out and it’s hotter than Hades Monica next door raises her garage door early in the morning and leaves it up long past noon as if Herm will walk out at any minute oily and greasy needing to clean up the way he used to every Saturday […]
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Outsiders The Club sits in the back in the middle talks over old times it’s an amoeba that splits every once in a while pieces go off to New York or Indianapolis but always pull back together up here a few drunk poets wander in now and again but do not understand the amoeba fraternity these […]
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