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The Ukraine Dream

By: Bobby Zielinski The Ukraine Dream, with streets, once paved with gold,now filled with bombed-out buildings and military detours.the Dream has now been put on hold. Once dreaming of greatness, and awaiting just rewards,which Putin has attempted to vanquish, will…

Once You Nearly Die

By: Mini Babu Once you nearly dieyou turn unafraid,you request for two days,to assort life. Trust me,you do not focus onwhat people think you would. . . Rather,you recall your first love,you retrieve the dayyou drew nearyour best friendbrushing sides,you…

‘Gratuitous Living’ and other poems

By: Ken W. Simpson Gratuitous Living The well of loneliness is dry and emptya sad, inhospitable placewithout love or the affection of a canaryfertilised by human’s follyand the febrile and fractious friendshipsfermenting as happinesssocially addictive but good for businessin an…

The unshadowed soul

By: James Aitchison I have been asked:Can one of you change the world?See into your pure and inner self first,The most supreme of all human experiences.The eternal wheel spins all fates and destinies,Some lives are more advanced toward me,And I…

Demon Slayers to the Rescue

By William T. Hathaway We live in a time of multi-level ghastliness. People are dropping dead from COVID and dropping dead from the vaccine that’s supposed to prevent it. The weather is rampaging, the earth spewing fire. Mental illness has…

Going Home

By: Aviva Derenowski The need for a child penetrated every atom of Mama Boa’s soul. She and Papa Boa got together in love and devotion. She prayed and cried and promised anything God might desire. Still, she remained barren. There…

Consciousness is all there is

By William T. Hathaway As Mark Twain once said, “It’s not what you don’t know that gets you in trouble, it’s what you know for sure but which just isn’t true.” Humanity is now in trouble because its fundamental assumption…

‘Since you asked’ and other poems

By: John Grey SINCE YOU ASKED A small unicorncupped in my handor the dead .and missingslowly strolling up my sidewalklike it’s Halloween in January — the rain playing somethingby Duke Ellingtonor a finger wrapped in cellophanesent to me parcel post…