SANDHOUSE – By Elaine Nadal When her house was still standing, it sufficed as a place to bathe, eat, and sleep– a space for the familiar formed by strangers with the same blood drops sprinkled on the dirt, conspicuously evoking words that have been written on the stone walls of a cave– crushed, combined with sand to create a […]
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My God Author: Milenko Županović King wanted to build a hill in this place works are going very slowly his insane ideas workers have died in this place when King was already old, ordered the construction stops the sun is shining on a rocks Along the valleye choed my God, my God At that moment, everyone knelt and began […]
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FRANKFURT PIG (By Joseph Cavera) There once was a pig from Frankfurt, Who found he had grime on his shirt, He believed neither eye As he sullied a silk tie After spending a day, or two, in the dirt Now our dear friend had a quandry “How could such pure muck come upon me?” I can’t go wrong […]
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The Path of Art II In primitive times unknown individuals painted on cave walls not for interior decoration, but artistic expression, that would unlike today, with no gallery opening for an elite crowd, perhaps just the clan, yet if they saw the strange images might have burned, stoned, banished the strange one, rather than give a scathing review in […]
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THE CPU OF YOUR SOUL Elevated above all the hungry kids Scrambling for food like starving chicks Is an innate black hole The CPU of your soul Seated majestically on a throne deep within All the senses bring food like tributes to him He gives orders to the organs They bow at his feet for mercy like […]
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MY WORDS – By Elaine Nadal Inadequate fragments embedded with Ay, No puede ser, Sí se puede, Pura vida lacking punctuation misunderstood tirelessly running on and on syncopating along the way Lo tengo to’ pensao Pues a veces sometimes spontaneous problem-solving compassionate “Bendito, don’t you worry cariño.” creative making my own spice an unconventional lexicon embedded with made-up words feel […]
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Scorpion I touched a scorpion; it struck. It was my fault; I had been warned – But for one split second Its beauty-fascination wrenched me From reason’s ice. I don’t think anyone could find a scorpion ugly, They shine too. Writhing and smarting from the sting I lashed out, struck on something soft I could not see. […]
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You have to keep going. It’s okay to turn around and look at the view take a few breaths –but the goal is the top and it’s a long way off and the sun is moving –You have to keep trucking over rocks and boulders, sand and snow. In the Northeast Kingdom or the Inland Empire, Sierra Nevada or […]
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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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Gasping on air and salt and though you can hear the soup cool an ocean deep inside the Earth is bubbling under your skull exhausted –it’s natural you wait for the soup to grieve louder and louder as if your arms were coming too close –wave after wave you scatter more salt and across the bowl […]
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