Insomnia The house sleeps, but I am awake, tiptoeing back through my day. So many pieces left lying about, I want to fix them all. They’re too distant though, just beyond my fingertips, yet, squarely between me and my dreams.
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I. As suspicious of the morning as I am thankful for the night, I no longer follow bird flight, the sinking of the violated sun. Mouthing a dialect of short checks and charity wards, I stare at a wasting life, unhappy, aging, unhealthy. Sympathies have been trained out of me. The elegance in a sniper’s logic is what remains. […]
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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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Ill Temper he’s a child speaking to my inner child kicking in the floor not getting what he wants I am not getting what I want neither of us are quite what we are after. Author Bio: Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. Her work has featured on Poetry Potion and The Poet Community.
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Sometime In April: The 1994 Rwandan Genocide The ancient grudge among the Rwandan clans Inflamed by the corruptive white swallows In April 94’ turned an indelible tale Etched on the bloody pages of Rwandan history The long gathering smog of apprehension Billowing in the Rwandan skies One haunting April, bade peace a bye The state head flying in […]
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STILL HAUNTED (DALLAS ‘99) The cheering crowd three dozen years Ago’s no longer there, But, as I watch, their ghosts appear And toward the limo stare. A sunny noon in late November Nineteen sixty-three; A lady dressed in pink remembered Waving happily. The honoree next to his wife, The Man whom crowd adores. Except for One […]
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Delusions of Grandeur – By Chrystal Berche Stoned streets at dawn Emerald pavements undulating with restless movement the denizens and the damned all hurly-whirly mixed together a macabre dance of pleasure and pain Jaded eyes shimmer dollar bill green basking in the glow of capitalism the meaning of life measured in yields and gains Lies roll off forked tongues as […]
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Living Outside the Box – By Mankh The Empire likes to put people in boxes, from airy crib to nailed-tight casket and in-between in psychological boxes, wrapped identities with ornate bows but never bowing with humility, packages to be delivered, opened, liked, disliked, discarded, shelved for coffee table conversation starters scripted performances fearing surprises yet jack-in-the-box can provide pleasant giggles […]
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Light In Darkness – By Nicolo Santilli the eyes must grow used to the light of darkness to discover its resplendent depths to suffer with a twinkle in the eye that does not dismiss suffering or fail to mourn its painful losses but never loses sight of beauty ~
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CRIMEAN PUNISHMENT Apparently,once the gods had fumed Atgrowing decadence, they were doomed. Nolonger culture pre-eminent, Atlantisunder the sea was sent. Competingtheories have been put forth Ofancient civilization north Ofwhere the Black Sea has always lain Ononce quite fertile Crimean plain. Onefaction claims Plato had it right – Atlantisvanished in just one night Whenearthquake cracked geologic flaw Releasingdeluge […]
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