A pile of leaves, a hissing clump of dark greens and crisp browns, sliding along a sidewalk, swirling in a wind gust, propelled in a circular momentum, created for three seconds a glimpse into existence at its most fundamental, its most naked, its core. Author Bio: Austin Alexis has published in The Ledge: Poetry and Fiction, Paterson Literary […]
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Do not sneer at this poem Call me a bard of doom But do not sneer at this poem: The searing sun tickled the ribs of the sky it all stared, yes, that tragedy began with a safe smile squirting in the form of slender drizzles like sick tubers. they say Mother Nature is slow to anger indeed, a […]
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Quality Control By Chanacee Ruth-Killgore This, not that. No, the other way. Fix it! Turn it around; make it the same. Shh… don’t speak! Don’t question or think. Remember, conformity is the name of the game.
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Time We walk, we run We push… forward Everyday Every moment Focused on something, anything Busy-ness …but this moment Here, now Was made for stillness Silence Awe You have the time You don’t make it Receive it… This precious gift Give it… Generously Savor it… Take it in With open eyes …and heart Breathe in the sweetness… Be […]
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EMBRACING CHAOS – By Ray Gallucci The eye of a hurricane never can know How forcefully all its surrounding winds blow. For there in the center all’s peacefully calm While swirling around are explosions of bombs. But center is where all the chaos begins — In vertical columns air rises then spins. While most relish lull, others seek out the […]
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Blood and Tears. War and Hate. Death and Destruction. Hell and Fate. I am dead because I’m not you. What you said? Hate is not true. Why cleanse me? Are you blind? We are brothers. Open your mind. Why ignore that? It’s a fact. We’re both human, so don’t attack. I pity you with your dead. […]
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Crossing the Red Line (triptychon III) 1. On the Map On the map: The red line of the lignite opencast mine, an absurdly long compound noun for an absurd, behind the times mega project. What can be found, here and now, this side and that side of the red line? I experience it by bike. 2. That […]
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I take a 12 month chip, a copy of The Iceman Cometh, drape myself in Union blue, cultivate a salesman’s grinning grip. A Valley trip lies ahead, road miles registered in a company car. Spring becoming summer, there’s a ghost in the garden, a feral cat, sensuous in the drying grass. I light a Tiparillo, block walk the […]
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Mid-Life So much happened; So much didn’t – So nice to remember; So painful to recall Now nothing is all, The power to recall Is an anaesthetic – Past strength Is pathetic. In the middle, What’s kept still here What was and is gone, What never was – All levelled. All comes to ground, abrades, That’s […]
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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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