When, out of exhaustion To set hurries the sun; I will be on toes To respond to call of time. I shall leave With the little I’d have reaped From the golden stool of prominence; I shall leave Behind the sacred palm My people have tended and irrigated With oceans of sweat and blood. I will need no cry […]
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Love Letters of Old My love was stifled Between the gum and the paper – The sealed envelope was lumpy
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Dark Dream Out came the swarms of shadow things To make their dead messages, To find their story-forms, Glinting chitin delighting, Reeding the pitches. Down went the depths, encased and ethered, Numbing us to touch the greater. Down went the coils of lit signs, And made the questions dark and known, And made the answers dark and known […]
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Making an Attempt An enclosed UBH hospital room is the first step to maintaining my privacy and treat my phobia to the outdoors. The second step is to visit a restaurant and eat a grilled cheese sandwich, along with mashed potatoes. I have a window to view the sky; I don’t need to visit a small park […]
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In stillness There are miles and miles… Journeys waiting In listening There is action. Motion. Doing. In peace There is fertile ground Ripe and ready. In today There is the first step, The gentle footfall, …living. Author Bio: Chanacee Ruth-Killgore lives in East Tennessee with her husband, Michael, and their two wild and crazy pups, Wrigley and Arkkis […]
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Song of Innocence and Degradation I LOOKED UPON THE CHILDREN AS THEY SLEPT TOOK A HAND AND TESTED ITS PULSE PUT MY HAND ON A FOREHEAD JUST LIGHTLY ENOUGH TO MAKE SURE THEY WEREN’T DEAD. AND THEN TO WORK LEAVING THEM ALONE AWAY FROM MY HEART BECAUSE THE THINGS I SEE AND DO AMOUNT TO AN ANGUISHED CRY OF […]
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fading scars are fading Twenty-five years ago I unloaded a truckful of books. I’d done it a hundred times. Seventy-pound boxes into the back of the store, ten, twenty, before the bolt that jutted from the door handle caught my elbow. Three-inch tear extended the inner crease of my left arm. As the manager, what can you do? I […]
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The snowman doesn’t know why the reasons are balanced perfectly by feelings. He was dealing last week with a snowstorm wondering how many snowflakes could fall. The snowman thinks of the pure joy of being alive. Now, the rain comes down in trickles to melt the snow, and he wants to let all the weight of fall to the […]
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Dreams Always (For Paul Walker) – By Melissa R. Mendelson We drift along dreams across the silver screen, and we laugh. And we love, dreaming of falling deep into the arms of the one, who steals our breath away. Gorgeous is a word said often, but I dig deeper. And I find a heart of gold riveting in passion, and […]
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van Diemen’s land eclipsed in artwork A solitary Joshua tree curling, fetal, looking outwards its instinct tailored, to fold itself in. and wrap yourself around your arms even as you scream “not here” take me somewhere else you say ribald, Nostradamus hued. Alone. one wondered if you, who liked the drumbeats to suggest how much of music […]
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