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Poem: Glorious Meditation

By: Patricia Saunders I am falling in emptiness with no handrail to clutch I am drawing in breath and plunging down passageways I am dim with night, and full of light. My soul takes wings And I am swinging, suspended,…

On the beach

By: Alan Berger “I’m going to kill myself”, Rob said to himself. Rob stood by the subway tracks, waiting for the next train to send him to paradise, or Hell, or wherever the Hell you go when you do something…