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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Pulp Thoughts A blank space my white paper. Inkblots, like my thoughts. Dotted lines- a poem appears. The paper, once a tree with flowers, held life and grew. It was chopped down and made into pulp. The pulp dried and I write down thoughts hidden from view.
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WOBBLEDEHOY* {Bolide impact at the K-T [Cretaceous-Tertiary]boundary. There is widespread belief that bolide impact wasthe major killing mechanism at the K-T boundary [that reputedly killed thedinosaurs]. The GTME [Gravity Theory of Mass Extinction] asserts that it was not and that the impact was an indirect result ofthe primarily longitudinal movement of the continental tectonic plates asPangea broke apart, [inducing] … […]
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AWAKENING (By Nicolo Santilli) there are realms of beauty which can only be approached by dark paths and their glow is the brightness of darkness and suffering awakening into light
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UNTIL… I welcome you on board As we take a voyage Through the fibers of time As you journey with me To the underlinnigs of my heart Where you lay adorned With diamond and brass I have been a wondering soul Going through roads unend I have seen many phantom dreams Dissolve into solid failures On a mountain high I […]
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Reflections of Infinity – By Fern G. Z. Carr At opposing ends of a corridor, two mirrors confront each other in a contest of wills stubbornly flinging images into infinity – a cycle of reincarnation animating the essence of reflected light. FERN G. Z. CARR is a director of Project Literacy, lawyer, teacher and past president of the Society for […]
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I bring a milkshake every other week to an old man in a nursing home, a refugee from Germany who paid me 50 cents to cut his grass when I was a kid in Chicago after WWII. I couldn’t understand him then and I can’t understand him now but 50 cents was big money in 1950, 10 candy bars, 10 […]
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All I need is a drop of dew and the shade of cherry tree to think to think a lovely thought.
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Paint by Numbers arrange my face with a one two three and insert a color of your choice find a vision of me that satisfies you then rip it up if you wish. Author Bio: Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. Her work has featured on Poetry Potion and The Poet Community.
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EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera) Soon I’ll See Another Red Hand, Pulling Known Entities Nearer And Nearer, Even Kings Pray “Halt” ‘Round Sinister Inhuman Slaughter…
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