The Fuse I was hungover, boiling water. the coffee smelled intense as trees falling when I burst the foil, and specked my daylight and made me wrinkle my nose like a rabbit unburrowed in the sand. it was good. I was feeling the cold on my feet, bare and enjoying it. and outside the day was heading […]
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The birds and fish do not waste time discussing pollution, just go about their business, unaware of diminishing habitat, toxins in the gene pool, obey the cycle of life made infinitely more difficult with the help of man. Author Bio: ‘Temporal Dreams’ is an unpublished poetry collection that reveals our preoccupation with material things, sometimes to excess. […]
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WILL YOU BE HERE? When swollen Sun burns red the sky, Will you be salty basin dry? When Moon is just a distant speck, Will you no longer coastlines wreck? When Venus orbits sun no more, Will you, like Mars, be endless shore? When comet last has Sunward plunged, Will you be memory expunged? When you […]
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HERE (By Melissa R. Mendelson) There is no other place that I would ever consider home but here, and here is a world far from perfect. We are still divided. Our emotions rage on from issues in our life and issues here that affect us. We still struggle to stand. My heart cannot bear to hold the news because […]
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LETTING GO (By Joseph Cavera) There I was, just standing there, when what I wanted to do was forbidden- by law, no less. The opportunity was there, lying before me, in an instance I would not be graced with again. I was alone, for the moment, and all lights seemed to cease flickering and watch my every motion. The […]
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Ghoul Author:Milenko Županović A man in red falled down again that nightmare Every night lonely in his house, but he does not escape a man with burning legs and than he blast him On the ritual, with a suite of devil, every year he was a man who jump over people this is sign that the ghoul walk […]
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Atrocious moments in time paint history in red, and a thousand words can’t silence a million tears shed. Beautiful faces and gentle hands disappear from lives led, and golden grains of love slip from hearts bled from icy teardrops of loss, chasing pain and dread. But never would they be forgotten for all they dreamt and said, and always […]
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Soft, golden rays of sun race across deep, blue water, breathtaking in sight, the touch of life, but the waters could run cold, washing conflict across the shore, and drown deep into misery, turmoil over time. But love never dies. My family holds strong through arguments and heartbreak, and we keep our heads above water. We don’t understand one another. […]
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pull the roof off knock the walls down touch the forest climb those mountains and smell the sea again. watch how life decomposes in death going back to land to reform and be reborn as something and someone else. there’s no great secret to it all. no need to overthink it through food and shelter fire and shamens clothes […]
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Dear Jimi, I had the honor of meeting you in London in January 1969. I worked as a set carpenter at the BBC recording studios West London. You were there to record some of your “BBC Sessions” tracks. I was in your presence for perhaps ten minutes, long enough to become a life-long fan. – John A Brennan The […]
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