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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SEDUCTION IN SILICON (By Joseph Cavera) Cerulean shines capture my eyes in curvaceous well-fashioned shapes the likes of which my dreams can only dream of, teetering along the lines of slipping into her artificial façade, her smooth hips and luscious lips of lighter tones, silicon strips replace her bones, meld with mine in seductive shattering, surreal captivating symmetry, her […]
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Shaping the Internal Of course it’s about the words… their weight, their meaning. Stringing them, placing them, cutting them. Wielding them with passion, fury, and sometimes… regret. With careful measure given to every syllable, every pause. For words are both weapon and salve. Love and hate. Kind and malicious. Words take root deep within. They linger long into […]
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Hope I bring sunshine in your day, A spark in your eyes, Spread smile in your sinking heart, I fill warmth in your body I am hope, a ray – The silver lining behind the dark clouds The embers in the dying fire, I come secretly, tip toe silently You see me not but feel Like a blowing wind, For […]
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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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The Fern these are days; people with nothing to do doing nothing. people with things to do doing those things. the sun out, loud and shining, like a child screaming at a dropped ice-cream, but weak enough to freeze you in a shadow. people sometimes in houses touching their hands against the clock. staring at computers. or older, looking […]
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IN THE LONG RUN (By Joseph Cavera) Run to get the endorphins flowing Run away from the catastrophes you’ve created Run over all the bases in the game Run off on a tangent Run out of ideas, think once more Run far far away like a psycho killer, or Forrest Gump Run till your heart’s content, and your legs […]
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WHO AM I? WHY AM I HERE? If we’ve a purpose to be on earth, Then I must wonder: Why such a dearth Of time elapsed during which we’ve been Around supposedly since “The Sin?” If we’re the reason the world exists, Explain the many misguided twists From one-celled creatures till we evolved. Why took the puzzle […]
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■ Raimundo Arruda Sobrinho has been writing poetry for most of his life, but because he was living on the side of the road in Sao Paulo, Brazil, only a few passersby ever read it. That changed when one of those readers, Shalla Monteiro, created a Facebook page to share Sobrinho’s poems with the world. The page attracted some 40,000 […]
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Young Priest, Old Priest Everyone in the neighborhood was surprised when Bill McIntyre entered the seminary to study for the priesthood. He had been dating girls since early in high school and had been engaged since graduating from college to a lovely young lady. He often spoke about wanting to have a big family since he himself had been […]
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