Poem – EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera)
EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera) Soon I’ll See Another Red Hand, Pulling Known Entities Nearer And Nearer, Even Kings Pray “Halt” ‘Round Sinister Inhuman Slaughter…
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EKPHRASIS, EKPHRASIS (By Joseph Cavera) Soon I’ll See Another Red Hand, Pulling Known Entities Nearer And Nearer, Even Kings Pray “Halt” ‘Round Sinister Inhuman Slaughter…
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On the west bound expressway I drive my silver Honda. Except for a few stars, everything is black, The road is black, and rear car lights seem like a meteor show going 80 mph. There are four lanes of road. I drive a short distance and the engine dies. My pulse quickens; My stomach tightens. Cars swerve around me. […]
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A Portrait of Wilbur Just as one poet once wrote about a last duchess, so did the poet write about the first Wilbur. The brown clothing, smell of moth balls, scent of age of rows of books that Wilbur rested within. You have to wonder – did he read all those books, are they in progress, or are they simply […]
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rpm (rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis) scleras, snow white pupils, dilated. brain box, sparking incandescently. he asks the physician: ‘tell me doctor, what’s my malady?’ stares at his sloppy zig-zag manuscript and replies ‘rpm’. not comprehending, he utters, ‘excuse me?’, physician expatiates: ‘rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis, a rare cerebral disorder in which the forebrain “wordyfactures” weird grandiloquent and aesthetic phrases and clauses sub- consciously, using […]
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Delusions of Grandeur – By Chrystal Berche Stoned streets at dawn Emerald pavements undulating with restless movement the denizens and the damned all hurly-whirly mixed together a macabre dance of pleasure and pain Jaded eyes shimmer dollar bill green basking in the glow of capitalism the meaning of life measured in yields and gains Lies roll off forked tongues as […]
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Victor’s Deli has tables to enjoy your breakfast or lunch. There is always a line for the scrumptious food. Victor’s wife owns the business and keeps the name even though they are divorced. For a while a delivery man used to bring her flowers after the breakup. Caroline plays her harmonica there and Louis like to sing Broadway tunes. […]
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SEA CHANGE? We typically live not a century here. And most of us travel less farther than near. It’s said, “Change is good,” though just few travel far, But see such variety – Fortunate are! So what of the many who stay near where born? Are they, by comparison, lost and forlorn To never experience what can […]
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Cold Water Raining between Them Annie has a nice washing machine now but she remembers the one her mother had with the wringer, the old-fashioned kind. Her mother took in washing and when the washing machine would break Annie would become half the wringer. Mother would hold the waist of wet pants and Annie would grip the cuffs and they’d […]
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Transactions Tourists stream through Bryant Park intent on destinations cultural, culinary, diverse entertainment, mostly shopping, acquiring goods too costly at home, pursuit of a bargain once a typical quest of Americans abroad. Now prosperous foreigners rummage our land as we once rummaged theirs. Gary Beck/Ignition Point ‘Ignition Point’ is an unpublished poetry collection that looks at some of […]
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Faces So many faces yesterday, a blur on the canvas of a life; one in deep, seemingly sad thought; fast moving in and out of existences they will never encounter. A mustache sticks on top of a long blond beard unkempt, Groucho’s no doubt, with the dark rims Buddy loved so, and the long wig, blond, red, curly, […]
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