Category: poetry
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The Eyes Have It
John Califano lives in the once vibrant and culturally stimulating City of New York where he contemplates his existence, and works helping at-risk parolees transition back into the workforce. He’s worked as a writer, actor, visual artist, and musician. His work is featured in The Broadkill Review, The Willesden Herald’s New Short Stories Series (UK),…
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Beyond Words
John Califano lives in the once vibrant and culturally stimulating City of New York where he contemplates his existence, and works helping at-risk parolees transition back into the workforce. He’s worked as a writer, actor, visual artist, and musician. His work is featured in The Broadkill Review, The Willesden Herald’s New Short Stories Series (UK),…
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Family Reunion
John Califano lives in the once vibrant and culturally stimulating City of New York where he contemplates his existence, and works helping at-risk parolees transition back into the workforce. He’s worked as a writer, actor, visual artist, and musician. His work is featured in The Broadkill Review, The Willesden Herald’s New Short Stories Series (UK),…
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Two Poems by Alshaad Kara
The Dawn’s Bellow Eavesdropping into that mansion in smut,Your piano is screeching the dark emotions.My emptied heart is stuck in an urn,Is my liberty in captivity?Eavesdropping close to my heart,Cracks are appearing on the ceiling!Water is flooding through the decanter!The violin is quivering by this spatter.Submit those sunrises to those sunshine,My heartbreak is in captivity.&&Fallen…
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Two Poems
by Alshaad Kara The Dawn’s Bellow Eavesdropping into that mansion in smut,Your piano is screeching the dark emotions.My emptied heart is stuck in an urn,Is my liberty in captivity?Eavesdropping close to my heart,Cracks are appearing on the ceiling!Water is flooding through the decanter!The violin is quivering by this spatter.Submit those sunrises to those sunshine,My heartbreak…
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Two Poems by George Freek
Life at SunriseAfter Li Po A spider web of stars,encloses the moonin a suffocating net,but the stars are long dead,and the moonis merely a rock of lead.Life and death are eternal mysteries.and questions without answersare better left unsaid.I look at my cat, sleepingpeacefully in my bed.He’s troubled byjust one thing,when he wakes, will he be…
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Two Poems
by George Freek Life at SunriseAfter Li Po A spider web of stars,encloses the moonin a suffocating net,but the stars are long dead,and the moonis merely a rock of lead.Life and death are eternal mysteries.and questions without answersare better left unsaid.I look at my cat, sleepingpeacefully in my bed.He’s troubled byjust one thing,when he wakes,…
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Night
Dominik Slusarczyk was educated at The University of Nottingham where he got a degree in biochemistry. He has been making art for a number of years. He makes everything from film to music but is am mainly active in painting and poetry. He writes extensively. Earlier this year he self-published ten books in a variety…
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The London Bridge…
Has fallencycling after seventy years. Her casket embroideredwith gold lions, harps,and Queen Mothers jeweled apex. Leaving behindunstained trotting marblefurnished gemsstolen memorabiliagleeful /dispirited hostsand unruly descendantswho wear pretty coat of arms. A bitter commemorationthis telegram.I will not celebrate the death of one oppressorwho will birth a new one.I wonder what coat it’ll wear? Artist: Rachel Bailey
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Rivers or Shadows Down The Line of The Letter
by Margaret Saigh Between control and intuition wild geese fly low in the bedroom wood— you knew this once some trees, processed pulped, glossed, priced. Geese fly low along the slats. Blossom of the spider. We arrive from one another— chain of somersaulting babes around the belly of the earth my mom went into the…
Dream Noir 