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“Night of Wicked Splendor” by Bill Tope
“I can take you where you want to go,” he told her confidentially. Lucille stared down her prominent nose at the short man in the wildly out-of-place fedora. What, she wondered, was this bloke’s story? But she didn’t wonder too hard. The once-heavy crowd in the tavern was thinning out,…
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Behind the dreamy rainbow. The revived in homeland dream By Paweł Markiewicz
I had more than a dream. I have seen on heaven the dazzling rainbow, Maybe the last in this last-summer-season. Through this mature marvel came dreameries, In other seven colors with wings – seven ways of light-sparkles. The colorful dreams would end behind the rainbow, Wait for me, the eternal…
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Meet Me Under the Urgent Shallows by Scott Outlar
sense of balance slowly restored while dealing with heartache . mind babbling, lungs in persuasion of hiccup . battle lines drawn then kicked over with sand . it’s silly to fight for one iota longer . we’re lost in lethargy given over to techno gadgets and googly eyes . when…
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«Shattered Chance» A Poem Collaboration by Michelle Ayon Navajas & Kristine Joy Verdeflor Scianneaux
«Shattered» by Michelle Ayon Navajas you left me off guard,with wounds that run deep.a heart shattered and scarred,from promises you couldn’t keep. i’m left feeling lost and alone,wondering where i went wrong.the pain cuts to the bone,leaving me singing a sorrowful song. but i’ll rise from the ashes,Stronger than before.i…
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By the midnight train by Myriam Descendres
By the midnight train Attempting beyond goodand evilThe eye transfixedOn the wayI forget why I dream The way… that mythicalway… So many are roadsSo few a place to callHome No more than an emptyroom My gardenMy vinesMy lees… Here the trains still passSo deep in the silencesof my glowing nights And they roll and rockBoth the places…
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Dealing with the Beast by Rachel Mae G. Clavines
Dealing with the BeastA man full of authorityHas cold expressionTelling sharp words to all his peopleProviding harsh approach People used to be afraid around himJust a single stare makes them timidHiding beneath the cornersBeing frightened of his presence He’s the bossWhile I’m the employeeI used to work for him at a timeSecuring…
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Poetry by Robbie Cheadle
(haiku)First rain, like first tearsOn rosy and youthful cheeksHow it makes them grow Fifty Years in ShoesWhen we come into this life,our feet are tiny, pink and bare,our sweet smiles and coos,with everyone we share.Our first shoes are formless and soft,a new and welcome sensation,there are no hard walking soles,although…
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The Garden of Geometry by Kushal Poddar
Sometimes in darkness green stays, be green, and whispers holding the pane as if it is its lover’s ears deaf from the fresh death. Green is a geometry fading into an intimate theory not entirely disproving what others claim- it has been here, always, and it was you who built…
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Yoko Ono an Artist? Hmm…
On Yoko Ono as Art History’s Worst Yoko Ono’s career is the purest case study in how proximity to genuine genius can be laundered into a legacy of its own. Strip away the Beatles connection and what remains is a thin catalogue of nonsense and gestures masquerading as ideas: instructional…
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«The Dance Hall» (poetry by Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
THE DANCE HALL Smoke hides your face, chokes your laughter. The jokes I half-remembered camouflage my truth. Our words were carved in ice cubes only used to chill warm beer.Sweat sticks to us, like tar refusing to release our skin. The dancers stagger off beat to the music. The hall…
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Hold on to that Dream by Dawn Pisturino
Hold on to that DreamTo hold a dream in our hearts is a means of survival –HOPE which buoys the human spiritAnd comforts the troubled soul;A mighty fortress in which to hide from daily cares;Or a foothold when we stumble and fall.You were my dream in difficult years:A shining arrow…
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Shakers & Movers by Walter Bargen
Shakers & MoversTheir belt-tightening sexuality,Shakers shaking nothing, drove themto orgiastic fervor in church,leaving their sweet arias behind the barn.They didn’t get past the nineteenth century.No t-shirt popping movers here,no tensed biceps, washboard abs,sweaty brows, orgasmic grimacesof moving, down and upstairs,in and out of the back of the rental truck.It’s down…
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The «Art» of Having No Art: Yoko Ono.
Yoko Ono: The Worst Artist in the History of Art There are artists whose work challenges us, artists who force us to reconsider what art can be. And then there are artists whose work seems to challenge the very idea that art should require talent, craft, imagination or even execution.…
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Vespertilio [Bat] by LindaAnn LoSchiavo
In Mexico, we honeymooned, my firstTime viewing the Pacific. Sunset dressedA disenchanted evening as we daredTo peer across where barrenness can’t beAs bearable as when, relieved by rocks,Distinctive curving greens, one sure thing thereReminds us our world hasn’t been erased. The moon stayed in. There’s nothing light tonight. Stiff bristled…
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Q & A by Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
Guess what I discovered in the Lost and Found after you left and took every thing from every nook ‘n cranny of our decades together, (except the cobwebs, ghosts, and memories)? The story of Me. What I used to be, what I can become, what…
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Bodo Vespaciano Asks You: What is Art?
Imagine you walk into one of the great museums of art museum and in one room you stare at most interesting and well crafted portrait that looks so real you expect the subject to breathe. Then in the next room, you find a real banana duct-taped to a plain white…
