CITY DAYS (By Joseph Cavera) Tall, tin, and seemingly endless But if viewed from the top It appears quite bottomless- Lights are as myriad as the stars All lie on seemingly innumerable bars, Story after story Tale after Tale, And as time flows on Never become stale. At the bottom, is the lobby And at the top is the […]
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WIPEOUT OF 2033 (By Joseph Cavera) Golden ribbons flutter and fold down the sides of the tallest building I have ever seen. At the skyscraper’s peak, A tall man watches His ramifications unfold down to the world below his scythe is grander than any instrument of teeming Death than any could possibly envision. The clouds of Obsidian in their […]
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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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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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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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Antarctica Journal is honored to announce our 2nd annual Anthology of Poetry, featuring all of the wonderful poems published on our website in 2016. We are so proud of all of the contributing artists and the superb poems that they have submitted. You can now browse all of these amazing artistic literary works in the complete 2016 Anthology of Poetry […]
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Long Before ISIS Thirty years ago, long before ISIS started executing Kurds, Muslims and Christians, I hired a Pakistani Muslim as an art director in Chicago. I was an Irish Catholic editor putting out a small national magazine. I hired him because his work samples were good and he had worked for the United States embassy in Pakistan for […]
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“I can’t stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.” Blanche DuBois, in A Streetcar Named Desire Rarely if ever, anymore, do I hear people say they have some “marketing” to do, rather it is “food shopping” or going to the “supermarket.” Marketing nowadays refers predominantly to the promotion OF products […]
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