Categoría: revival
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Two Haikus by Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
magnetson the refrigerator –summer memories a roaring fromthe sky at dusk…her tears
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Story of my heart by Rana
The story of my heart and soul I just have to write it down I don’t want to keep it to me So I am telling everyone in town I love her smile And I hate her frown She is my mermaid A queen without a crown She looks prettier…
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Your Face That Day by Laura Tate
Your Face That DayFor my cousin, LarryI’m thinking of that dining roomin the house of our grandparents, how the creaky wooden tabletook up most of the room, how the back of my chairtouched the edge of the piano.I can almost see the old folks gathered around that tablesinging ancient Latvian…
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Isolation by Sam Moe
IsolationRed fruit rinds, washed fish bins, smooth oystergrooves, you left no fingerprints, no noon moisturefor nursery plants, crow songs nor sugar bubblesjust a singular dishrag on the stove, deli cup ofsnow-goo, cloister filled with ribs and ribbon tendonsfor a Friday night special, you saved eggplant peelsin jars, purple as a…
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“Peaches” by Joan Leotta
at their start arehard round ballsenlarging as sun,rain feeds themuntil red-orange,soft, fuzzy,their aroma revealsthey’re ready forplucking.Peach fruit scentrolls in waves over mygarden, sweeter, stronger,even than the blossoms.Peach aromapulls up the cornersof my lips into a smileas I anticipate myfirst succulent bite while Isit, leaning against the trunk,savoring taste, smellof the…
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“Secret” by Thasia Anne Lunger
I’ll tell you a secretI love my life, nowbut at one pointI didn’t want to go onPoetry is my lifelineI was over my headGulping waterGoing downfor the mental countAnd thenI spat it outdirty waterdirty wordsPoetry;put me on my backand floated me homeMy job nowis to go abouthanding out lifelinesShowing folks…
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TUNA by Jeffrey Zable
I love to eat tuna sandwiches, and make them for myselfaround twice per week—that is, I open a can and makea sandwich using half one day, and the other half, usually,the next day. As I’ve watched that TV program “Wicked Tuna” several times,I’ve basically said to myself, “I’d never want…
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The Ending Where the Hero Wins by Terry Trowbridge
The Ending Where the Hero Wins…Be in me as the strength of an orphan supermanning in his sorrows and calamity.-Marc di Saverio (2020), Crito di Volta: An Epic, p. 12 Kal-El is not a mirror. Kal-El is a state of being.Sorrows are plural and they fall on us like rain.Calamity is…
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Hear the Echoes by Angela J Wilson
Hear the Echoeslisten, hear the echoesof times long gone bymemories concealed in dreamsmoments rooted foreverchiseled faces frozen in time hideamongst hedgerows and forests of sleeppast lives are engraved in my bloodfor I once was a whale that surgedthe seven seas, my skin defined the shorelinemy heart an entire kingdomlisten, hear…
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“Italian Garden” by Donna Pucciani
On the sidewalks of 59th Streetin West New York, Nonna’s only gardenwas two fig trees Nonno plantedamong the backyard pavements. Nonna hung laundry from an upstairs window,a clothesline on a pulley capturingdark calico dresses and the white shirtsNonno wore, sleeves rolled up, while he worked.Often, sheets waving in the windblocked…
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“Punk” by Laura Stamps
She looks through the box on her desk. That’s where she keeps them. Her postcards. But only the pretty ones. Like this. This postcard. The one she’s looking for. A troll doll. That hair. Oh, oh, oh! How she loves it. Shooting up from its head like a fuchsia flame.…
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SUNDAY THOUGHTS by Jeffrey Zable
Walking around a large open-air market, I become awareof people who look as if they’ll likely not be aroundfor more than a couple of years. As I single these people out—and continue to thinkwhat I’m thinking—I’m wondering why I’m doing so,especially since it’s a beautiful, sunny dayand most of the…
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Begin again by Cynthia Cady Stanton
Begin againbut this time from a different place than you usually inhabit. Not from the ground of judgment. Not from the excruciating angst of perfectionism. This time spring lightly from the soil of grace – that place of freedom where all is well, and you are fine. That place of…
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Breathe by Michelle Navajas
Breathei can’t breathe, i can’t cry, i can’t even sighyou pushed me hard, down the groundand why? just why?because i am different?my color is different from yours?since when did colors matter?since when did you have the right to treat me like i’m not even half a human?i can’t breathe, i…
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“ANTIDISESTABLISHMENTARIANISM” by Lawrence Miles
They lied. They told us that you cannot elect a leper monarch. It goes against everything we were raised to believe, they said.Everything we stood for.Everything we fought for.Everything we read in our textbooks And then the leper king won.Many said because of the hand of God. And everything he…
