Vanquished by, Melissa R. Mendelson The vulture flew around in circles as its prey awoke to a world slipping apart piece after piece while the bald eagle lay buried in the sand. The vulture swooped by and ripped open an arm with its sharp beak as the prey screamed out in pain, which echoed over the vast land. The […]
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Sweeping the Temple with a Straw Broom – By Mankh 1 Dazzled by the pageantry and bright lights some lost their names having given them to God but the Nameless One had no use for them— that’s why the people were given the names in the first place.The refulgent spotlights on saviors in those not-so-ancient spectacles, theatrics of fear, […]
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Resisting Arrest Uniting uniformed unity You and I defy the sky Team work and collaboration Up to personal discretion Civil Rights Civility Minorities against majorities Stick to the status quo But should we…? Really? Defy thy stars And seek new avenues Harness the power of creativity And merge sense with sensibility “Utopia” was conceived by Thomas More But all […]
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THE RETIRED ARTIST Such a relief to shut down my temples. I’m just a roof, some columns, an auditorium deep but empty. And, if you’re keeping score, I forgo the easel, the baton, and all that writing across time. If they want me, they can drag me out of what I’ve already accomplished. I plan to be […]
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Suicide Bomb – By Fern G. Z. Carr cavernous thunder shattering normalcy sirens cries, shrieks, moans, whispers shards of metal and glass raining in torrents rat-a-tat-tat rat-a-tat-tat chests impaled by metal girders corpses crushed, smashed oozing blood eyeballs frozen wide open in terror, coated in soot body parts strewn asunder […]
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FALL OF A SMALL MAMMAL (By Joseph Cavera) I walked one day in Southampton, free Along a path of verdance, lovely Sky freeing the sun to glance at me So I may perchance a sliver of his glee Ambling on, one left for each right While keeping my pace sunny light I encountered upon an unusual sight One […]
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Dear Jimi, I had the honor of meeting you in London in January 1969. I worked as a set carpenter at the BBC recording studios West London. You were there to record some of your “BBC Sessions” tracks. I was in your presence for perhaps ten minutes, long enough to become a life-long fan. – John A Brennan The […]
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SILENT WINTER (By Robert Trabold) Bitter cold – wind touch the bones. Snow coming – came same weather – no change. I have to stay home not many activities outside – meetings cancelled too cold. Change for me – have time on my hands. I am always busy many things to do. Quiet descends on […]
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Poem By SIMON PERCHIK * This field has so many lips and though the fire is out these clouds still darken –each breath overflows with icy streams and stones left out to dry –it’s natural for a sky to let itself in the way your shadow on impulse looks down and in the open grieves with the only […]
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