THE LAST COLLARD GREEN Sheryl J. Bize-Boutte Hello, my family name is Green and I am the last Collard in town. Life was good in my rich patch of dirt at the corner of Rice and Roux. Every year I would defy the winter frost and blossom forth from spring into the fall. My […]
Read MoreLove a conundrum She is my Conundrum Of the existence of love; Spurious in nature; a spunky Squalid she; longs no love Squaddie me a spurned lover Cooked up with old coon; her Copper-bottomed scheme Copulation a game for fame Bestows her as best-seller Her bestiality get in woe betide Copiously bleeding […]
Read MoreFlower Reborn (In Pedrógão) Stubborn; As only a woman knows how to be. Knowledgeable; As only a Goddess knows how to be. Feminine and beautiful among the black of death, reborn, alive, dependent on strength and not on luck. Beautiful is your strength that gives color to the Morning. Sunrise agape renewing Hope. And the […]
Read MoreSic semper [evello mortem] tyrannis ‘Still waters run deep’. Clichés are good to begin a poem with. I love justice and hate tyranny. I love justice more than I love my country, its people, my people, fame or wealth. Sometimes, truth sounds clichéd. Quid est veritas? At first it seems not easy, not […]
Read MoreMadam of My Heart by Gini Grossenbacher Madam of My Heart, by Gini Grossenbacher, is a historical romance based on true events. It is the story of Brianna Baird. A teen girl in the 1800’s who lives with her pastor father, who has become a mean and abusive drunk, her mother who has become […]
Read MoreMy guess All the things seen or unseen I can guess nothing If you are not mine Though I think you so much I know you not as much Its my daily routine To stay before you Read something and go back to work In this way I pass my days And finish […]
Read More——————————————————————————– happy ever after i always wanted to fall in love and see if happy ever after really existed i look in the mirror and sadly realize i put all my money on the wrong fucking fairytale as i lay in this old bed alone about all i have left […]
Read MoreRoad to Someplace Beyond the shallow grave which once was my home In the middle of the night which held me captive It was a selfish life I was wanting to live. Beyond the reality of the sinking sun And the signs of danger and chaos In the open skies. I fell from the skies […]
Read MoreBiopsy: Alex Nodopaka originated in Ukraine-Russia in 1940. Studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, Casablanca, Morocco. Full time author, artist in the USA. His interests in the visual arts and literature are widely multi-cultural. However, he considers his past irrelevant as he seeks new reincarnations in independent films if only for the duration […]
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