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APRIL CHILDREN by Kevin Keane
APRIL CHILDREN
by Kevin Keane
Unsuccessful Death
The crossbow above her fireplaceWas to me a precious symbol of her glowing in disguiseHer persistent beauty carved heavy images into my mindShe held me with cold finger tipsWrenching from...
THE STATE OF AFFAIRS by Douglas Polk
THE STATE OF AFFAIRS
by Douglas Polk
The State of Affairsignorance now,the reality,yet knowledge accumulated,easily and endlessly,everyday,on the web,yet surprisingly,isolated,the process of thought atrophies,while interaction becomes more difficult,with each passing day,more like a herd of sheep,or...
THE HUMAN SPIRIT by Diarmuid ó Maolalaí
THE HUMAN SPIRIT
by Diarmuid o Maolalai
The human spirit
is very breakable.we don'tfight.give inall the time.
crayonsbreakin our five year oldfingersand look at that;suddenlyour pictureshave doublethe amount of blue.
we take circumstanceand adapt.survivebetter. most of usdon't challenge the...
TOO MANY WORDS by Mukund Gnanadesikan
TOO MANY WORDS
by Mukund Gnanadesikan
Too Many Words
Obfuscate if you mustIf it helps assuage the sicknessThat roils your conscienceCausing fever and deliriumExcuse me if the corners of my mouthRemain unmoved by your gyrationsOf flowing lingual...
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REVOLT by George Held
REVOLT
by George Held
On St. Cecilia’s Day 22 November
From harmony, from heav’nly harmony This universal frame began . . .—John Dryden, “A Song for St. Cecilia’s Day, 1687”
They don’t make saints like you anymore...
THE WALT WHITMAN BRIDGE by Steven Goff
THE WALT WHITMAN BRIDGEby Steven Goff
Ferris Wheel
At the impetus of fortune or fate,you and I have stolen ourselves away to the confinesof a bucket seatand are lifted easily like silver hands traversing pearl inlayon...
LIFE OF A POET by John Kaniecki
LIFE OF A POET
by John Kaniecki
A AbsoluteData, information, TruthCan you compute?Are you astute?These theories they present inHigher educationDo they serve sin?Do they offer salvation?Scarecrow on the cross defining painNails pierced through skin and boneThat is...
A PLACE CALLED HOME by Diana Papazian
A PLACE CALLED HOME
by Diana Papazian
A place called homeI'm from a place of endless nightsof conversations by the kitchen stove.I'm from a place where people smile,yet their eyes betray generations of sorrow and misplaced hope.Where...