FOR MEDICINAL USE ONLY When Medici once ruled the roost, To Renaissance they gave a boost In Florence, town of Tuscany, By prompting minds to wander free. To God no longer gave their vow, But Greeks and Romans lured them now. Upon their pedestals, the saints By art and science were replaced. Giovanni, patriarch began […]
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A New Etiquette “One stall for all” is a new scenario for Wilbur. Thanks to his wife, he knew in the past the right thing to do but now he doesn’t know what “one stall for all” calls for after he’s through: Is it toilet seat up or toilet seat down? Author Bio: Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri. He has […]
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Practice Painting In my mind, it was going to be a perfect representation of the photo taken on our honeymoon. Holy statue figure, light flowing in, a bit of greenery tucked at the side, a small stone wall. But what made it to the canvas was a child’s rendering of a ghost with blots of green. The light didn’t even […]
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Ophelia’s Blues (By John Biscello) her sad sea-green dress, an epitaph, rippling quietly, as if in a dream. the small history of a fresh wraith, white fingers forever separating the bones from the silt. Originally from Brooklyn, NY, author, poet and playwright, John Biscello, has lived in Taos, New Mexico for the past thirteen years. He is the author […]
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At Midnight in New York It’s midnight in New York and in this tall building Herb and Molly are in bed making love. Molly is a virgin and it hurts. Olga’s upstairs in bed with cancer terminal and it hurts. Melvin’s downstairs in bed snoring. Nothing hurts because he doesn’t know yet he has multiple sclerosis. In the hallway a thief goes floor […]
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MOUNTAINVIEW A sunrise in France, The same on Kauai. From window I glance At mountain so high. Though ages apart And half world away, Their natural art Is full on display. In France the Ardeche Took eons to carve The canyons that stretch Beyond Pontd’Arc. Kauai’s canyons formed Much quicker in time From torrents of […]
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A-PATHETIC Expecting the bad, receiving the worse, To pessimist’s just what’s par for the course. But when it devolves from worse to the worst, Seems even a pessimist can feel cursed. A cynic’s convinced whatever is right Cannot be achieved without quite a fight. But when this proves futile, he even might Retreat apathetically out of sight. A […]
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AROUND STILL (By Joseph Cavera) Walks and treads with no look back, His world under him, simply ground, Unconcerned with what it may lack, It is more opportunities, Waiting to be found …lying in wait, Still around
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rpm (rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis) scleras, snow white pupils, dilated. brain box, sparking incandescently. he asks the physician: ‘tell me doctor, what’s my malady?’ stares at his sloppy zig-zag manuscript and replies ‘rpm’. not comprehending, he utters, ‘excuse me?’, physician expatiates: ‘rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis, a rare cerebral disorder in which the forebrain “wordyfactures” weird grandiloquent and aesthetic phrases and clauses sub- consciously, using […]
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ROARING SUN (By Joseph Cavera) Endless are the days that begin again my tredging and dredging across the plains within planes through the tall grass and beyond green scenes and misty screens front the path to the distant shores Held within are the Tides so free which confide to me the planet’s raring flow while blacker waves make incredible […]
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