City’s so dark along the edge and cutthroat down the middle. There’s a police presence. They’re looking for identity cards. But I’m an artist. Can I show them my vermilion instead? It’s raining a tarnished silver. Sirens make a show of keeping people safe. A drunk’s being kicked and beaten by cops. All I can do is watch […]
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Sending My Love Across The Distance Our childhood was shared with laughter and tears. Two grown women talking over coffee warmed up my mind whenever I thought ahead, but where has that future gone now? We never saw that distance grow between us, and now there lies the bridge built between where I stand and where you are. Our […]
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Why Are the Dead So Still – By Fern G. Z. Carr Arms crossed, lying motionless in an open casket, he gazes upward through closed eyelids. Maybe if I look hard enough I’ll see him flinch or wriggle his nose at the acrid smell of incense rising from the censer; holy water is sprinkled on his body – it […]
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LIFE AFTER DEATH (One Day in Pompeii) We walk the stones of Pompeii Where grooves from chariots live And try to fathom that day When Mt. Vesuvius heaved. The mountain belched now and then Whenever Vulcan saw fit To blow his bellows again And clean his forges of grit. Some smoke and ashes the norm. The […]
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EASE – By John Zedolik Snow on the Moore. But the Reclining Figure, 1957, doesn’t care. After all it is only a mantle upon bronze, lounging there for halfway to a century and more, and has certainly experienced worse in those years of wavering weather and witnesses such as me who envy the unconcern that brings fortitude […]
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Same Preparation Lord feels like I am caught in a trap Just there for somebody to see Lusting I know is wrong I do not want somebody to see All I see in them Your great sons and great daughters I seek the same God as they do Forgive me that I touch not Those things Ungiven to me […]
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Song of Innocence and Degradation I LOOKED UPON THE CHILDREN AS THEY SLEPT TOOK A HAND AND TESTED ITS PULSE PUT MY HAND ON A FOREHEAD JUST LIGHTLY ENOUGH TO MAKE SURE THEY WEREN’T DEAD. AND THEN TO WORK LEAVING THEM ALONE AWAY FROM MY HEART BECAUSE THE THINGS I SEE AND DO AMOUNT TO AN ANGUISHED CRY OF […]
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To The One Who Desires To Be Me what life is left in me to be desired? me, the wayward wing of a brawny bluebird that lost its grip on the tiptop of a fruit tree fell flat on the heart of a wretched rock where rains washed all traces of its milky memories far far away i live on […]
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AVERSION No rhythm, rhyme? That’s such a crime! Just passing prose Does not compose A poem. For such Needs structured touch For it to be Called poetry. To me, free verse Is just a curse Of laziness That’s patternless. For all it takes Is random breaks To be dispensed ‘Mid sentences. About Ray Gallucci: I am a Professional […]
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SHORTBREAD KINGS (By Joseph Cavera) We are concerned not with the orders of man, as pasta boils, full processes are arranged as dinner plans. This Bread we courier from our grills, needs, MORE spice! and things.. We are the ShortBread Kings. Six kings in the kitchen and a fool garbage boy more, we laugh, jest as he cleans the […]
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