Categoría: revival
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Southern Rising by Joni Karen Caggiano
Southern Risingsnow lies reticent, a virgin blanketcovers nature like a gentle quiltthick white breath journeys onthrough dated chimney stonesblack iron stove warms mamamaking flour bread in an iron skillettiny portions of salt pork, brownssmell of fresh coffee clings to wallsgrits gurgle in pot, red-eye gravysizzles in sauté pan, a southern…
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Life’s Pearls by Jeff Flesch
Life’s PearlsYou sit in silencewatching the sun rest over the hilltaking in your hands life’s net of pearls one drop, then two –you makesomething sweet, andseductively secret weavedof moments spent hunting desireand spent hunting destiny a paradoxical quatrainenvelops the moment’s tranquilityproviding a glimpse into another aspect of humanity
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Daddy Comes Home From Angelo’s Coney Island, Flint, Michigan by Karen Paul Holmes
My sister reaches into her suitcase for the chilidog sauce: a gift to me more rare than a ’59 Buick. Today in Atlanta, it’s Michigan weather, cold and dull, darkening at dinnertime, like when Daddy would arrive from work, brushing snow off his tweed coat. Once he brought us leftovers…
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“Temptation” by Gargi Sidana
Apple- eye lenses Vermillion skin Cotton-laced fingers Thy brothel of my heart Succulent and placid Tranquility sits on your lips Petunia dabbing swollen blues Swirling around! Swirling around! In a loop of adultery Bomb-shell gaze Cherry-kissed lips Rectangular laughter I call you my eveAh! I ate the forbidden fruit Fruit…
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“Grandpa Fu’s Roommate” by C. J. Anderson-Wu
Grandpa Fu wasn’t a particularly good storyteller. Almost all his stories were about Ah-Chuan, his friend in youth. What was unusual about Ah-Chuan? Ah-Chuan was unlike anyone Grandpa Fu had ever known. According to Grandpa Fu’s stories, Ah-Chuan was a man of many talents and endless curiosity. First, Ah-Chuan was…
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“Eternity” by Michelle Ayon-Navajas
I can never get enough of you,your kiss, a sunrise breaking through,your touch, a breeze in summer’s heat,your love, a garden where hearts meet.with you, the clock dissolves in light,moments flutter like birds in flight.time melts away like evening’s gold,in your embrace, the world unfolds.Copyright © 2024 Michelle Ayon-NavajasAll Rights…
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“Talking Classics — 8” by John Yamrus
Richard Yates’ REVOLUTIONARY ROAD might not yet be considered a classic, but it ought to be. Published in 1961, the novel takes a look at the dark side of marriage in kind of the same as Edward Albee’s WHO’S AFRAID OF VIRGINIA WOOLF? But what sets the two works apart…
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WHILE I CONTINUE TO REMAIN by Jeffrey Zable
The thing about missing people is that I miss too many people: people I cared about and who cared about me— not all of the time, but a good deal of the time. The people who seemed to care the most were relatives, which is no surprise since I grew…
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Eternal and divine by Susana Cabaço
Holding on to your ultimate truth—your eternalness and divineness—keeps your humanness sound and expansive, beyond the constructs of ego and external upheavals. No wave of darkness can engulf your light, no wind of deceit can blow away your goodness, and no earthquake of dread can shake your true foundation. The…
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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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Go Ask The Crow by Kushal Poddar
By the time the first crow pushes its cawing into my ears the crumbs of the morning is already scattered on my carpet. Today we’ll vacuum the hollowness. While cleaning my burrows I always sink in my sneezes. I am allergic to dust and to the procedure of hush their …
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You were. I was by Katya Mills
you were seeking (leaving your work behind. the loneliness clawing) you were wanting. needing a little something to look at (we were both young and far from family) and talk to i was (chipped pink slates for nails. undercut uneven. saved money to cut my own hair) awake travelin subway…
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3 Poems by Bob McAfee
Spider There is a red fly swatteron top of the refrigerator,three steps away from any pointin the kitchen, sure deathfor any airborne invader,no mercy shown. On the windowsillis one of those lidded,round containerswhich originally heldbalsamic vinegarfor a take-out salad. She uses it to capturespiders, gently,easing them into the cylinderthen sliding…
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“How I See” by Robbie Cheadle
How I seeAnd how you seeWill differHow much we differWill dependOn how you viewWhat we both seeVersus how I viewWhat we both seeThat same sceneCould be interpretedBy youIn a most literalAnd straight forward wayYou could take the pathWell-worn by the majorityAnd embrace itAs your ownI, on the other hand,May choose…
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“The Delicious Essence of You” by Francisco Bravo Cabrera
(While listening to Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet Suite No.2) An undisturbed thought forms itself like arms that entwine around you.Vibrating, with speeds unimaginable,thoughts born within us cascade through a highway of fleshto embrace you.We float on clouds towards the essence of you… An unstoppable energy forms rhythms and heartbeatsreverberating from an empty…
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Untitled by Mykyta Ryzhykh
When will the seagull speak?I don’t know and the wind is silent The cloud is burning in the sunset fireMe and the sun are going into the water together to drown Copyright © 2025 Mykyta RyzhykhAll Rights Reserved *** Winner of the international competition Art Against Drugs and Ukrainian contests…
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