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Impossible Peace
On far away stormy shoresSit people consumed by the simplicityOf their existence- Where beyond the need to surviveAnd love one another-There is little more than a core humanity, For in these people’s livesIs the cornerstone of the nirvanaSo endlessly depicted to us- Through the onslaught of mediaAnd through word of mouth-So lacking in sincerity For…
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Legal Tender
It now took a wheelbarrow or two of paper money to pay for a loaf of bread. Inflation? Excessive printing of currency? Witchcraft? The economists were still adjusting their equations, so no one had an answer. But all the pundits and bigwigs knew changes had to be made. Gold was no longer an option. Not…
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Distinguished from the Dead
“He smiled at his old boyhood choice, slow oxidation in the top of a tree”I’d like to believe the reason vulturesrefrain from picking out my brain onthe way to work has something to do withthe movement of my heart; that somehowthey’re smart enough to know it still runsor that they have x-Ray vision or something.I’d…
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No Some Anybody
Nobody reads about some Anybodybecause Nobodies write aboutSomebodies that Anybodies couldn’t be.Unless their intention is the opposite:that Anybody can be the Somebodiesbecause they’re Nobody in particular,either yet or forever.Just like you. I’m sorry,there’s not Somebody writing the history books;that’s the Nobodies. Somebodies are outfilling the history bookswith alcohol tonight.Anybody knows that.Nobodies show thatby staying in…
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Wawa (wa)
My guess is that someone recognizedhow I walked in wearing a redplastic-lettered school t-shirt and leftfrom the single stalled family bathroomin a gray button up and navy tie. The “Oh my gosh, Shelby” shouted by a teenage girlilluminated by juices and teasin the farthest refrigerated aisle from the bathroomwas undoubtedly a sign of my changeand…
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Warm Winter
Golden light and shadow ushers in fall. The world tilts, slows, swirls, flashes brightness like leaves falling—sky grows bluer as geese flocks call the news of their migration; water grieves their absence, grows dark and opaque, no lure for swimmers, no need for fence to fetter. It is the time to put forth new warm…
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Brooklyn Candle Studio Breathes New Life into Candles
Rows of pure white candles, embossed with a clean glass sheen, line the sleek minimalist shelves of Brooklyn Candle Studio. The compact workshop does not use childishly gaudy coloring or flashy labels, instead offering simplistic designs to appeal to the younger generation. There is a logistical aspect to this design too: eco-consciousness. The company has…
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Destruction poem
In the inner city winding streetsIntersect from way to wayThrough the complex metropolisesThat are our most human of creations- For even in the most destitute of placesOne can find cities that eclipseAll that surrounds themAs if cities are an emergent property- Of our most innate humanityLike the need for food and shelterCities provide not only…
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Backstreet Violations
There’s nothing sweeter than the quiet moments, early in the morning, before Lettie awakens. Peaceful and serene. I have my routine – hot coffee, peanut butter on toast, and the paper. I’ve been circling help wanted ads. Daily, for months. One of these days something’s gotta come through for me. For us. Lettie’s counting on…
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In the City of Slaughter
In the City of Slaughter Adapted from the Hebrew of Ḥayyim Naḥman Bialik. In memory of Pesi Burghauser (b. 1880, Czernowitz, Austria-Hungary – d. circa 1941-2, place unknown)[1] Go into the City. See the square. Place your gaze & touch upon the trees. Place your gaze & touch upon the stones. Place your gaze &…
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Politics
Along the worn coastlineOne can see the melting mountainsIn the distance of urbanity- For in these timesAll one can see is the squabblesOf men and women to govern- Beyond their supposed consciousnessWhich ultimately leaves the worldJust that bit more worse than when- Their careers started,For in chambers of democracySit men and women who despite effort-…
