DISAPPEARANCE 1. I considered the phoenix— into the fire, a quick release of gas, the efficacy of ash. But does one truly rise? Is it a spirit or a conscious recollection of the past? 2. Those who acknowledge nothing swim comfortably in the dark. The salt of their mother floats them. The mulch of their father awaits […]
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RAILROAD STATION Einsiedeln, Switzerland Robert Trabold Trains arriving – departing in – out! Pilgrims come go to a holy place want to visit the Black Madonna. Such is life – comings – goings like the trains – things experiences come – go. Where will it all end up? I sit in the waiting room watch the train movement. I […]
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Separation A prose by Hannah Willingham I speed down the three lane highway with the music blaring and the sun burning. Everywhere that I look there is light. I crest the final hill and wiggle with anticipation. I see the ocean on my right and the concrete waves to my left. “There’s no going back now!” I sing as […]
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LAND OF POETRY (By Joseph Cavera) Today we sit here in this world Of speeches, media, and flags unfurled Some who live see the green and blue While others peer over a grayer hue For those who are felicitous- want a spin? And you who are not, follow me in… We’re traveling to a familiar place, Which can […]
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A RED RANT (By Joseph Cavera) To all, I wonder everyday…why all of my friends, enemies, and acquaintances alike are crying and slowly edging towards sheer insanity…is there nothing that you can show alacrity over? Do your actions and words have…any… thought behind them? While this generation continues to writhe in its own self-created strife…I laugh, and smile […]
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More “Sold,” she said, as I stared in awe and wonder. But I had questions, important questions! Yet, I was silent in the face of her edict, her bright red and white sign. It was gone. So easily gone. So quickly gone. But how? Who decides what’s for sale? Who names the price? This place, this spot […]
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WAITING FOR SPRING (By Robert Trabold) I so wanted to go to the seashore today – was a a long winter. Wind at the shore was sharp but not bitter cold as in recent weeks. Sun was out friendly. Dunes were dull still had winter’s brown. Green of spring too early for that. I was not the […]
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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * So you let the water boil as if you were not yet born and already breathing it can barely make out the bubbles burdened by sunlight the way some ancient sea struggles inside, hangs on to bells –it’s a battered pot, beaten and the dead who still ask why reefs are needed […]
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MY COUNTRY SIDE {Where old misty mountains adorn the sphere competing with the sky in height and glory and boisterous antelope’s race and hide behind the shrubs from *ogún’s intrusion} ~Akeredolu Tope My country side Where unruly old vultures scavenge on hot excrement Threatening even the carriers Of the meal, the happy children Pouring out yesterday’s fill My country […]
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Clouds In chroniclers’ minds Past wars all went full circle Making great urban filth destroy itself So that the finest flowers and shrubs Could sprout at random. And birds, in exultation Or happy in their ignorance Made rills of melody Now man had passed them by. But now, with ice and poison For one full year enthralled, embalmed. […]
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