What We Know – By Gil Hoy It can truthfully be said that: regarding all the world’s matter of which we think and know, the whole lot is infinitely large and infinitely small. For a pinhead can— and does— boast a whole universe within it, and the galaxy is but a child’s spinning top. The same is true of man’s […]
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My friend, Edith Giles, is the mom of my childhood friend Tom. Tom is kind and loves sports and was my childhood protector against the likes of Michael Lombardi in grammar school. My brother Ed was another who looked out for me. Mrs. Giles would always say hello, how are you, and would read my writing, something always important […]
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The Domesticated Ducks At the lake house, I’m feeding the white domesticated ducks pieces of Bunny bread. They move along. And like me, sometimes they return as if in a row for a slice or rather a little bit of love as long as the hand is there.
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A new rising falls giving way to complete urgency of the now and gives glorious rise to the future. Pale towers of sheer strength tremble with the force of a billion suns give exuberant exultation to the oceans of the natural world while the spiritual converges into an apex of one fantastic singularity. No bigger than the smallest particle while […]
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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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Aurora Australis The stars spun in a flashing cloud purple and blue—pulsating and out of the middle of the swirl shone a black ray, seeming to fold in on itself, expanding simultaneously ser lat allar etoy eelh ottop alalalala ashalla shalla shallalalala ser atalate piercing my ears in its grasp crashing heavenly lightning upon my head.
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Immortality You carried your vengeance beyond decease – Slowed down the pyre’s cleansing, Slowed down the soil’s, the water’s warmth, Left total body change open to the senses – Pursued your cause beyond its effects, Stepped out beyond all examples, Further than all reflections, Forestalled all worth – All kindred, all common links – Seeking to frame a cleansing, […]
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When I pile up cut tomatoes, red onion, and radishes on top of romaine lettuce, I think of the hands that picked, cleaned, packed, and loaded them on trucks, carried them to cold rooms arranged them on shelves. As I remember stories of my father, a new comer a child-laborer in another era in another country, I say a […]
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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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Daily Paper on the Lawn An hour before dawn the paper is out on the lawn white in the moonlight a trumpet dozing after a long night in a jazz bar tired from playing but willing to play a last set for me not knowing I read only sports and the obits two riffs in the paper anyone can believe Author Bio: Donal Mahoney lives […]
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