Hi-Tech Times In every hand an Iphone owner busy talking, texting, an innovative comfort allowing constant communication anytime, anywhere subject to interruption of cellular service, yet more and more prevalent facilitating contact, no matter what the content. Gary Beck/Ignition Point ‘Ignition Point’ is an unpublished poetry collection that looks at some of the struggles and tensions of our […]
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They’re usually poor people, sometimes considered the flotsam of society, always in the way at the grocery store, at the post office. They can’t find their money, if they have any. They’re never in a hurry. They have nowhere to go and you’re always in line behind them, a busy man with people to see, appointments to keep, deadlines to meet. You try to […]
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WAR SPECULATION (By Joseph Cavera) “its so scary…..when all the bullets have been fired, and all the men of one side are eternally dismissed…..the world about them lies in mess of shrapnel and waste- shattered, and in flames”
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Whenever I Hear A Train Whenever I hear a train, I want to run. I always wanted to run. Since I was a child, I would stand before the open door, but then the door would slam shut. I never knew where it was that I was supposed to go, and instead of running free, I caught the wrong […]
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INDUSTRIAL ZONE (By Joseph Cavera) Eight pieces click in consistent fashion, The body, none the wiser No freedom to smash in The function of the creation Which eases and tenses, Drops and rises, Its next move? There are no surprises The command decides its day And its life, without guises A narrow existence awaits In the curious factory, for […]
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A voice says ‘cry’ A voce says ‘cry’ And I said, what shall I cry? All flash is grass, For all the beauty is like the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades, When the breath of the God blows upon it, Surely the people are grass. The grass withers the flower fades, But the word […]
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You thought you knew her. She thought she knew you. Neither was true but this happens at times at Happy Hour on Fridays after a long week of work. The rapport was strong. Amazing, you thought. She might be someone you’d see more than once. She had a nice apartment or maybe it was a condo a big double bed […]
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Heartless at the Checkout Line “I’d never take my anger out on you,” she said, when I remarked she looked so piqued I had the inclination to skidoo. As someone who desired her, I freaked out at the dewdrops missing from her ears, the stern configuration of her lips, her strident voice and mortifying leers. Since these impediments did not […]
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Song of America I. I see you, Walt Whitman, an American Rough, a cosmos! I see you face to face! I see you and the nameless faceless Faces in America’s ageless crowds of men and women who you saw in your mind’s eye. I see you crossing the river on your ferry. I see you walking […]
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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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