THE RETIRED ARTIST Such a relief to shut down my temples. I’m just a roof, some columns, an auditorium deep but empty. And, if you’re keeping score, I forgo the easel, the baton, and all that writing across time. If they want me, they can drag me out of what I’ve already accomplished. I plan to be […]
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THE HORSE’S TALE (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trojan_Horse) The story of the Trojan Horse Owes little to Homeric source. Its mention in the Odyssey’s About as brief as brief can be. It took a Roman to explain (Descendence from the Trojans claim) The tale of Grecian subterfuge, Epitome of classic ruse. For Virgil in Aeneid’sverse Records events of equine curse, Although […]
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AZURIST’S INDIGO HAND (By Joseph Cavera) Cracks fault my indigo hand Post “D” I must not land This bastard child, what is it worth? My dark offspring in two past six Is it immoral that a lad give birth? A grand graphic scratch I wish I could nix Arid sands form a cloud in my brain As I […]
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Crossing the Red Line (triptychon III) 1. On the Map On the map: The red line of the lignite opencast mine, an absurdly long compound noun for an absurd, behind the times mega project. What can be found, here and now, this side and that side of the red line? I experience it by bike. 2. That […]
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Vanquished by, Melissa R. Mendelson The vulture flew around in circles as its prey awoke to a world slipping apart piece after piece while the bald eagle lay buried in the sand. The vulture swooped by and ripped open an arm with its sharp beak as the prey screamed out in pain, which echoed over the vast land. The […]
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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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We’re going dancing, my wife and I, to a Charity Ball high in the sky where Glenn Miller’s band has been playing since 1944, the year his plane got lost over the English Channel. No wreckage was ever found, not a single body. Glenn Miller was going to France to play for American troops during World War II. Government records say he’s still “missing in action.” Maybe so, […]
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A Facility for the Poor and Demented Fred visits Bill every month at the facility he’s been in for years. Age and booze brought Bill there. He’s still strapped to his bed so he can’t go wandering again when he gets a taste for a beer. Bill calls Fred by name this time and asks if Jim has found a job. […]
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In Transit Unemployed’s tube journey: For those safe, definable few minutes there is the duality Of oneself and the comfort of the seat – the circle; Seal; it chops perfectly, crossing the antilinear. It induces connexity; the most complete awareness of the toil and monotony which went into making the tube, and the seat inside the train inside […]
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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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