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TIME
The moment I was clothed in sheep-woolAnd put out to bah with crowded language,I strayed, I strayedI dug the graves the vultures had ploughedAnd made a song to amuseThe charade called joker-faced destiny Marx said you are too goodIn markets to run, all the stable boy paradesWe ran, we ranInspecting the pulps found in the…
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Ulster County
It’s all of us and the small towns that hurt us. Leaving you was like prison escape and I knew it. It was simple hard, I didn’t know how much poison there was in the water fountain water and school lunch until I left, coughing up blood every once and a while for years. “oh…
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Meat
I was not ready. When she and her sister began carefully browsing the feeder after a single hour, it felt like something had gone wrong. The sanity test of my waiting and the natural world it reveals still lay ahead: the darkening changes in the sky, disappearing contours of brush, the straining of my senses.…
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Anyways
It’s just the way things are, they never change,told you I’ll tell you more later. The world spins with or without us,but know I wanted you here. Speeches only work in the presentand old words can’t save you later. And I can’t always be there. I was looking for the secret of the universe but…
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Michael the Psychic
I called Michael Umlauf on a Friday afternoon, requesting an interview in the form of a voice mail. He returned my call within the hour. “Yes, I can do tomorrow,” he said. “My wife just got out of the ICU so I’m going to see her at 1:30, but I can do before.” I remember…
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Sillage
In the city of lights there lived a blind old man named Didier. In the mornings he cried, in the evenings he drank, and his bones ached always. He had a son, Michel, and a wife, Ana, who both loved him while Ana was alive. Didier enjoyed eating, and he typically visited different bakeries around…
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Letting Your Dreams Fly
Objective: throw a roll of toilet paper through a hanging hoola hoop in front of students crazed on the fumes of homecoming. He’ll do it. He kept telling himself that all the days prior. And guess what? He did! I mean the kids went crazy. He went crazy. He ripped his shirt off because nobody…
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Small Stories for Kids: BACK TO THEIR PRIDE
Today’s issue of small stories for kids comes from Dante: One day Dante wakes up. He eats and he drinks. Once he’s done he gets dressed. He then gets in his vehicle: an emergency SUV! He has to check if the animals are hurt or sick. Any hurt or sick animals he has to rush…
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And Don’t Forget to Text Mom
everyone knowswhat to do by nowwhen the Active ShooterAlarm screams out:rush to a roomthat locks quickly,help the teacherbarricade the door, then hunker downbehind desks or inclosets, and awaitall your Thoughts and Prayers. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like “And Don’t Forget to Text Mom,” CLICK HERE.
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“Sex Wax:” A Nicholas Cueva Exhibit
It’s no surprise that California-born artist Nicholas Cueva draws heavily on his childhood in the Calvary Chapel Surfing Association for his show “Sex Wax.” The show ran for just over one month, from April 11 – May 12, 2019. What is surprising is that Cueva has virtually no surfing experience. He was raised in the…
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My Brother’s Curls
I remember when you were bornA wavy-haired rebelSquealing against our mother’s arms.Now, Small shoes strike cement.A pitter patter in pursuitOf those fiery curls.They follow the flamesFlickering from your head,Unfettered.Don’t blame them for wanting,Chasing.Innocent freedom is a fleeting Godhood,And though you may fall in your play,And grow into the scuffs of age,My Prometheus brother:You do not…
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Natures Scream
I hate natures scream. For something so beautiful should never feel so loud. Tears into the pondHurt me as much as you For we are the same. I feel your pain and you feel mine, It’s as if we are intertwined. But oh so sadIs the truth Of I am you And you are me.You…