Poetry from Michael Robinson

Black Boy I   In the middle of the night, Forgot all the bad in his life, Walking into the moon’s light.   A soulful prayer, At 3AM when all is quiet, Living in the moon’s delight.       Black Boy II   If you knew the story, If you felt the pain, If […]

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Poetry from J.J. Campbell

————————————————————————————- when you are defeated there is no joy when meeting a beautiful woman when you are defeated when this universe has broken you when all the old friends have moved on and you can’t remember how to make new ones please and thank you only get you so far and being kind isn’t exactly […]

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Poetry from Kahlil Crawford

NU-JAZZ PUNK BLUES It’s easy to count your losses and blame yourself. You quickly scramble for compensation.. Scolding from loved ones echo thru your mind… IT’S TIME TO PAY THEM BACK [but how?]…. You BUCK UP & become who they said you SHOULD be. You abandon your instincts. You eliminate what seemingly has not worked […]

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Poetry from Joan Beebe

SURVIVAL Life is a long  fight for survival, or so it seems. I know there are so many confusions and health issues – Families can be part of this  and cause us to feel real pain. Our thoughts become a source of sadness and longing.. Our emotions become deep with despair. Yet, we keep a […]

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Essay from Scott Thomas Outlar

Phase Shift to the One Point Here comes the radical shift in perspective we’ve all been waiting for. Here comes the anarchic ideology based on evolution and enlightenment. Here comes the utopian future seen in the midst of today’s chaos. Here comes a new wave upon the old tide brought before the high council who […]

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Poetry from Ryan Flanagan

Sucking at Cartons of Milk as though You Never Left the Nipple   Learn to walk like a baby again and they think you jitterbug queer: men, women, shapely pundits of the left foot right foot all manner of insistences over the loudspeaker – that you have lost your way or found the wrong way […]

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Poem from Christopher Bernard

W. E. S. Owen: Sambre-Oise Canal, November 4, 1918                           Afterward—little spring become prattling rill                         grown rushing stream through the Shropshire meadows,                         flower-dappled, by damp shade trees                         and fragrant fields littered with picnic laughter,                         brotherly sniping, early loves, later loving, faith                         won, and lost, then won again, and then […]

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Synchronized Chaos November 2018: The Things We Carry

  Reviewer Bernie Gourley recently described The Things They Carried, Tim O’Brien’s collection of short stories about American military personnel serving in the Vietnam War, as ‘disjointed,’ yet he saw this not as a failing of the book but a reflection of the dislocation of war. While not always as psychologically intense and disordered as […]

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Poetry from J.D. DeHart

Glossophobia The flapping tongue who stands at the front of the room before all the Emerson roving eyes trembles through articulation being careful not to salivate.

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