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Poem: Shaken Not Stirred

By: Lynn White These people here, those people there. What do they know. What do they care. What will touch their little lives, to move them, shake them, disarrange them. What will pinch them, wake them, make them sit up,…

Poem: Uniforms

By: Lynn White What shall I be, soldier, sailor, clown, maybe. Grey suit, or blue, tailored jacket, short skirt. Hippie, maybe. Now there’s a uniform! Everyone different, not conforming. But, wearing the same signs, the signifiers, of non conformity. The badges…

Quadriga

By: Gaither Stewart A five-meter tall resplendent Quadriga sculpture tops the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin, the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, the Wellington Arch in London, The Bolshoy Theater in Moscow, the Victor Emmanuel Monument in Rome, and other important…

Poem: I Hear Her Calling

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick My mind, body weary Fitful sleep night after night I hear her calling me Unable to determine from whence comes her voice Echoing through my mind Through tall weeds I thrust Against the current I swim…

Poem #8

By: Grant Guy I am a nowhere I am everywhere I am with you from your first breath to your last I am with for your needs I have no hand to lend I am not your friend I don’t give…

Poem: Couldn’t be your puppet

By: Linda M Crate do you know what a relief it is to be free? probably not as you’ve always been a slave to your own desires and your lusts splintering into the skin of dreamers with your nightmares, but…

Poem: no more than stepping stones

By: Linda M Crate majestic as a unicorn, and every bit as tempermental; i will gore anyone who tries to steal the magic of others because light must come from within you cannot ascertain it from shattering others, splintering them…

Poem: lost moon song

By: Linda M Crate they say those who cannot see magic will never find it perhaps that’s why i’m always lost in a crowded room there’s never anyone who can see me i slip past the crowd like a ghost…