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By: G. Louis Heath I am looking at the motorboats racing up And down, going nowhere it seems, in the Pursuit of pleasure. This is recreation on The mighty river that runs through my town. I sit on a bench…

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By: G. Louis Heath A phalanx of muscular, gray cloud gazes Dimly on my day. I hear thunderbirds Behind the thunderheads. Or maybe they Are chariots roaring out of Rome, drawn By sky horses. Yes, more like that. I think…

Poetry

By: G. Louis Heath The sky that Sunday spring evening Curdled burnt-orange and salmon pink Against a canopy of blue, a motley sky Over fugitive snow, so evanescent as to Defy my sense of what is. Snow takes Its leave,…

Poetry

By: Lynn White We were the pure gold people. The golden generation of bouncing baby boomers who had it all, the best music, the most fun and the security and optimism of a golden future. Now we have had our…

Poetry

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,…

Poetry

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…

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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…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

By: Grant Guy His eyes have nothing to say to the world And they are very happy that way thank you very much His eyes have turned a dead man’s eyes Looking at us and away from us If they…

Poetry

By: Grant Guy I drink hard enough when I am sober And I burn all my bridges And I know there’s a woman out there Who loves me & I will never love her This is known facts to me But…