Heart of the City – By Matthew Anish In a thousand city rooms lovers caress each other On the streets auto lights are reflected in pools of rainwater Trucks hurtle by bringing needed goods to merchants Policemen survey the city scene with wary eyes A young girl walks down a crowded avenue She […]
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King Me The heat is on, and the race is gaining speed. Yet, a quiet falls, brushing against that worrying question, “Will we make another mistake,” and the serpent will wrap us warm. But she will suffocate us cold. He too may carry a forked tongue, but is there heart inside the tin man? We beg to linger on […]
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After the Snowstorm On a sunny day I see Nandina berries plump and red that were once covered with snow.
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AT A DISTANCE Gently rolling, runneled hills, Colored like a daffodil. Rivulets to ocean spill Under cloudy skies. Atmosphere of shrouding haze Rising from the surface waves, Where beneath lie ancient caves Never brought to light. Yet this sky’s a different hue From what we’re accustomed to B Yellow, not a trace of blue, Dares to […]
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In Transit Unemployed’s tube journey: For those safe, definable few minutes there is the duality Of oneself and the comfort of the seat – the circle; Seal; it chops perfectly, crossing the antilinear. It induces connexity; the most complete awareness of the toil and monotony which went into making the tube, and the seat inside the train inside […]
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within those man stone walls promoting their god bringing us to him i told the priest- you tell us to be content with poverty while you live in this big house throwing us scraps begged from money lenders. this is not what Jesus asked his disciples to do. this is not what he died for. he said live amongst […]
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In the turn from wide to narrow streets seams in the street shudder my tires, loosed leaves flutter through the fog. Police on patrol secure the corner the five-columned church commands. Blocked by brush-wide blurs of contrails, the sun settles behind the storm. There’s a death in my house, a dearth of charity, a chastened child unwrapping his […]
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The Song of Songs FEAR FEAR FOR THE CHILDREN FIND FLIGHT FOR THEM ALL AND OTHERS AND SWEEP FOR SOLOMON AND HIS ANCESTORS AND FIGHT FOR HIS DAUGHTERS AND SONS. THOSE WHO THINK OF LOVE AND REDEMPTION THOSE WHO SPEAK OF HEARTS AND WOE THOSE WHO THRIVE FROM SCATTERING PETALS THOSE WHO SHINE WITH GUTTURAL GRIEF. SO […]
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NG NG21028982 – My National Guard Service Number 1967 I remember from an early age that when she wasn’t cursing, my mother chose NG – the car was NG, NG the refrigerator, my father, and me. And so in ’67, when fear and guilt masqueraded as angry conscience, and I managed to finagle my way out of the […]
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Why Won’t You Smile For Me I took a snapshot at a place I hardly knew of someone I almost grew close too. Though it was night, the stars gave me plenty of light. I saw two women dressed in white, with angelic wings, holding up his cross. He was placed in a setting where a broken fountain […]
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