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PHANTOM OF AN OPERA BY WILLIAM DERGE
As he gropes
For higher frequency
On the radio
The crucifix turned
Toward the wall
this is no longer a poem
about bowling
or about the town
I grew up in
MY CHILDHOOD HERO BY PAUL SOHAR
He had a profile made to cleave the wind,
eyes that burned a hole in any guile,
cruel lips that so carelessly sinned
even while curled around an easy smile
GETHSEMANE BY MICHAEL O’KEEFE
While you grew despondent And lost all faith in me I slept, unaware Or maybe only in denial When the end came It was like being betrayed to my enemies I was jarred awake And forced to face the truth of it I am as twisted as the...
Read MoreREBORN BY ROBERT J. SAVINO
Head in hands resting
on elbows propped on knees
of long legs
crossed on meditative ground.
A moment of departure
travels toward a destination
David Sapp Photographer
David Sapp is a visual artist and writer living along the southern shore of Lake Erie in North...
Read Moreever notice by Annick Abrams
ever notice about holding on
that you’re less secure
less sure-footed
ROOST BY WARREN WOESSNER
They are like words
in search of a poem
no one wants to write.
Old Poet’s Home By Mario Duarte
Die, die, the Old Crow kept cawing. Was he talking to me? Here in the Old Poet’s Home, only I can hear him. Maybe someday you will too, when you’re older. Despite his contention, I must admit I admire the luminous sheen of his midnight coat.
Read MoreMAGIC BY M.A.H. HINTON
get the audience
looking in one direction
and then surprise them
from another
Jennie in the Mirror By Don Morgan
“We are dancing in Paris. I see us in a small apartment near a busy intersection, we barely have enough money to live and I am spending it all on paints and canvases. I try teaching English but no one cares and then we hit on a plan to open an American Midwest Dancing school and make millions!” Jennie said with a shriek.
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