Earthquake What happened? There was a fault. What’s a fault? It’s when one piece of the earth juts above another. Why does that happen? Because the explosion down below Goes on forever. But was that fault anybody’s? It was the earth’s; it’s beyond us. The seething energy-city, ever greedy to accelerate. Did its makers long to sharpen that fault, […]
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WINTERS CROSS (By Joseph Cavera) Clouds up above, letting man know He has no premise, untouched flow And we hope for promising years After shedding a thousand tears Yesterday’s sorrow constantly nears Though the moon shines blue By dawn, will turn indigo hue A Cross of Winter Blessed with heavenly snow ~Second Place winner in the 2008 Bergen […]
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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * Though there’s no leak your hand at every turn makes the adjustment takes hold the way this wrench begins as mountainside, workable picked up and the pebble dragged off circles down, carving out her name and from your mouth the stutter tighter, tighter –it’s all about the water isn’t it? a spill […]
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VERDANCE FROM BLACK (By Joseph Cavera) To you I ride a weathered train Puffing obsidian clouds, crossing this bridge Your presence awaits me beyond this ridge Alas, from lilac loving I must abstain My presence approaching is raised a smidge And a true train this bridge may lack, But my love you see blooms like fresh lilac Like […]
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DISAPPEARANCE 1. I considered the phoenix— into the fire, a quick release of gas, the efficacy of ash. But does one truly rise? Is it a spirit or a conscious recollection of the past? 2. Those who acknowledge nothing swim comfortably in the dark. The salt of their mother floats them. The mulch of their father awaits […]
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RAILROAD STATION Einsiedeln, Switzerland Robert Trabold Trains arriving – departing in – out! Pilgrims come go to a holy place want to visit the Black Madonna. Such is life – comings – goings like the trains – things experiences come – go. Where will it all end up? I sit in the waiting room watch the train movement. I […]
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Respitoration Can there still be irrigation Now the stem’s closed, dry? Can there still be imagination – When the bottom’s gone awry – When everyone can see Through every ancient icon? In spite of everything, maybe – When light floods all opacity, As every block of granite, Basalt, obsidian Melts into a stained-glass window; When experience […]
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Separation A prose by Hannah Willingham I speed down the three lane highway with the music blaring and the sun burning. Everywhere that I look there is light. I crest the final hill and wiggle with anticipation. I see the ocean on my right and the concrete waves to my left. “There’s no going back now!” I sing as […]
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The Stop & Shop Strike The Stop & Shop strike v. Game of Thrones. In Game what’s not made plain is the condition of the people compared with warriors and queens. There is no mention of land-clearance, tree-felling, pruning, chopping, digging, hoeing, weeding, branding, gelding, slaughtering, salting, tanning, brewing, boiling, smelting, forging, milling, thatching, fencing and hurdle-making, hedging, road-mending and […]
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LAND OF POETRY (By Joseph Cavera) Today we sit here in this world Of speeches, media, and flags unfurled Some who live see the green and blue While others peer over a grayer hue For those who are felicitous- want a spin? And you who are not, follow me in… We’re traveling to a familiar place, Which can […]
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