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I didn’t mention to you How so nostalgic I am About the cobblestone streets The smell of new clothes And hot crossed buns The familiar shops, many of which Have been there since I was a child The red Buses are still there The black cabs are still... Read More
by Ebuka Makinde I knew an old man once, by the river bank he sat Behind him stood his hut, and old man smiley he was called For he was always with a happy smile Weaving and mending nets in exchange for fishes from the fishermen that pulled the sea Old... Read More
She edits her life from a room made dark against a desert dropping summer sun. A daring traveling Parisian adventurer ultimate princess turning toad with age- snow drops of white in her hair, tiny fingers thumb joints osteoarthritis corrects proofs at... Read More
December 1st 2016, detective Johnson here. I see my shrink for the 1st time, I’m low maintenance, one every 3 months, Dr. Pennypecker. He is tight ass conservative type with a raisin dry personality who tries to keep sober and focused so he can... Read More
Walking into an empty house And there he was again Following me around like my shadow in the light Scared my shadow left Alone with him He has walked behind me In front of me Beside me But not for once have I seen his face Who are you? A question I... Read More
In a past life, did we run in circles trying to find each other? did we get it wrong every time and wind up in places opposite of where we thought we would be where we settled for the ease of pre-written promises and nothing new to memorize or commit... Read More
What happened to 20 acres of farmland tilted toward sun angles, those sharp stone edges cool fall comes frost fields covered taking ownership of rented, abused, abandoned land− 10 years Phil has been gone, DeKalb, Illinois farmer. Did he find... Read More
There was a time when The woman who lived in that house Turned stranger to me. In stormy weather, the way she Laughed made me feel she nursed a Darkness deep inside. There was a new twist to her smile. Her hungry blank face turning to... Read More
by Peter Magliocco Now rouse the dawn from treasured lips of my vanished Madonna turned to whore, & bring night to her altered from Far from the bustle of your modern mecca skyline frosted by skyscraper hills Spider-Man scales minus... Read More