Glass Tanka cat paws the moth stays safe a fluttering Vishnu behind glass made braver by distance scrawny coyote its laughs echo breaking glass in his finger tip the glass splinter a million fires burning [su_peter_jastermsky]
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Home is Where…. Our masters no longer reside in fortified castles that dominate the lives of all who dwell nearby, nor in grandiose palaces that dazzle the eyes of servants, the envious, seeking crumbs from tables of abundance, not in great mansions that people pass with respect, curious about hidden lives sheltered by prosperity far removed from daily toil […]
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Cutty Sark A THOUSAND MEN BUILD AND DESTROY A THOUSAND MEN SWEAT AND TOIL A THOUSAND MEN NOW DRUNK AND HUNGRY WORKING FOR WEEK’S WAGE AND BOIL. GREAT SHIPS IRONED AND TRAINS RAILED TRACKS ROADS AND ACHIEVEMENTS WROUGHT AND BLAST THROUGH GREAT SCOTTISH FORESTS FELLED HARD FAST SCOTTISH TREES SLICED GUTTERS BLED GOATS SHEEP CATTLE AND HEATHER […]
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Early to Rise In vigour, he did the splits in freedom In free vigour, he did the splits Freely, he did the splits in vigour, With vigour, he did the splits freely Vigorously, he did the free splits – He split vigorously free Between house block and office block Office and blockhouse Real bouncing squeezed inside happy reason. […]
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Inward Images Your hair hangs thick and tangled over the soft cheek its ridge of bone smoothed by years of smiles the blonde ends brush your nose, glis- ten with perspiration, cover the curve of half your lips so set, so strident determined in desire one liquid green eye imparts immediacy infects me with sexiness brazen stare […]
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They lie down as children would below the blankets on a cold, unheated night. They fend for themselves, using the vocabulary of prophets, the tears of the misplaced and the belief in mercy. They stand tall at an impasse, draw pictures in the wind and covet love as the only treasure. They give light in a torrent of darkness […]
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VERDANCE FROM BLACK (By Joseph Cavera) To you I ride a weathered train Puffing obsidian clouds, crossing this bridge Your presence awaits me beyond this ridge Alas, from lilac loving I must abstain My presence approaching is raised a smidge And a true train this bridge may lack, But my love you see blooms like fresh lilac Like […]
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Shatter Now, you have done it. Glass all over the floor. A space where it was. What were you looking for? Give me a better answer than that lie. You know who you are, so don’t cry. What about society and those who stand away? In that mirror, your true self will stay, despite living a lie, crying yourself to […]
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Opinion The majority writes the opinion. When the box scores are posted the team is found to have won despite an unacceptable number of errors. There are, however, no disqualifications. [su_robert_beveridge]
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Respitoration Can there still be irrigation Now the stem’s closed, dry? Can there still be imagination – When the bottom’s gone awry – When everyone can see Through every ancient icon? In spite of everything, maybe – When light floods all opacity, As every block of granite, Basalt, obsidian Melts into a stained-glass window; When experience […]
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