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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…
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«My Heart Grieves» by Smitha Vishwanath
My Heart Grieves They say you’re in a better place;I know it’s true.They say you did not suffer;I know it’s true.They say it was as you wishedI know it’s trueBut my heart grieves not anymore for you. It grieves …
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Obsolescence by Suzanne S. Austin-Hill
As one, we matured hoary hairs, crowns of glory; crestfallen lament, longevity apparent a story told by each strand. We were like champagne or a perfect wine; flat or past its prime, we, discards like an old shoe, fashion of no value. Dimmed by cataracts – vibrant, compassionate world; mobility…
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5 Poems by Carl Bernard Schwartz
WARNING Definition ofdrug underdose, not enoughpure, dark, chocolate ~~ WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME Hopes and dreamsI climbed those stairsthen every last pennywent for dental repairs Followed all the ruleskept my nose cleanyet nobody knowsthe problems I’ve seen ~~ NOTHING STANDS IN THEIR WAY Many of us have been on one…
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HOLDING HIS NAME by Margaret Watson
It feels softer now, yet its depth never alters. Any cuts sustained from cliff edges no longer matter. The passing of years has never changed the vista. The leaves may have fallen on many autumns, still, I will not let go. And yet, it does feel softer since I loosened…
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Julius Caesar and the Caesarean section by Luisa Zambrotta
Julius Caesar was born on 13 July 100 BC and died on the Ides of March (15 March) of 44 BC.He was a Roman general and statesman who played a critical role in the events that led to the end of the Roman Republic and the rise of the Roman…
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Chitchat by Channie Greenberg
Most inconsequential conversations resolve smidgins, only entertain. Sure, we could associate by gabbing with strangers. Withal, slapdash Talk’s a poor alternative to true human connections. To build authentic relationships, not links involving simps, besides Utopists, we oughtn’t cavil when partners’ values differ from ours; Prevaricating folks remain unreliable. Gentle, pleasing,…
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HOLDING HIS NAME by Margaret Watson
It feels softer now, yet its depth never alters. Any cuts sustained from cliff edges no longer matter. The passing of years has never changed the vista. The leaves may have fallen on many autumns, still, I will not let go. And yet, it does feel softer since I loosened…
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Palter by Channie Greenberg
Even when wrapped in languorous bliss, mumbling indistinctly Causes listeners to pause in assessment making, to ponder sensibility. When tired, otherwise inactive, equivocating benefits no amount Of analysis. Elucidation needs to foil ambiguity, clichés, & vagueness. Words evasive about sophisticated/erudite, or cobby/stocky ideas, That beat about the bush, quibble,…
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“The Time Keeper” by Alice Baburek
The old man leaned on the scratched wooden desk. His weary eyes adjusted to the dim light. Several intricate pieces were spread across the table top next to the broken watch. This one was a bit difficult. Not because of what needed to be fixed, but because he had to…
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