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Alone
“I want to come home,” were the only words he could understand. She was crying and sometimes yelling more than the phone speaker could take, and his hearing hadn’t been good in a long time. “I know,”...
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A Walk in Philadelphia
On a new Philadelphia city street, how delicious that first stroll; I chide myself the fourth time I don’t much want to go. Just now my walk goes onto the South Street Bridge, over the Schuylkill...
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@ 4:35
@ 4:35 escaping the office I see across the highway on the levee a sandaled fat man moving a mute stroller child, 2 fuzzy slobbering barkers leading the puffing woman they tugging her pushing each...
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A fait accompli
Will I ever be completely Eradicating the ink in the nib, The love sprouting from within, The hands taking aback vowels And stringing beadlike consonants, The grammatical cul-de-sacs of us Devoid of...
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Forsaken Foliage
Bloodstained, dank oak leaves massacred, defeated piles howl at the smug sun that toasts the stolid rooftops and guides the gray carting trucks. Marc Berman hails from Paterson, New Jersey. He holds...
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The Sleeping Snow
The sleeping snow steals the dark that the night forgets to hide. The day, despite the glow, stays under her blanket, dumb in the cold. The wind refuses to strum his melody. He wants to incite the...
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Inverted Oaks
Inverted oaks, before they die, hire attorneys to crucify the thoughtless power lines that leap into their hair and then fall asleep. But the well-heeled defendants deny the charge, and, in their...
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A Girl & the War
My entire being is a battleground, in which The Leper Writers, make their interpretation in the encyclopedia of tumbledown homes. The newly returned wounded of war, remove bandages from their...
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Passage of Time
A Haiku Sand. Soil. A mountain. Storm threatening & the shepherd doesn’t have his dog. Seyed Morteza Hamidzadeh is Iranian poet and writer (31 August 1991). His work has appeared internationally...
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Couplets
Sleepwalking, I heed some unconscious call Lost in my own bedroom, I feel along the wall. I dove into the sea of air to become falling fire A flash, then I was gone, fulfilling my dark desire. I mind...
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Learning to Drive
The letter on the table is one you know, without reading, just like the frown on his face, which you know the meaning of seconds after being introduced to it. The torn envelope, the two terse folds,...
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Story of a Night
That night the first rains had been storming the houses, their coastal fury striking against the walls and windows. I don’t remember what she said, but I was on the corridor, empty except the sound of...
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The Tree No One Knows
I know this tree. Bare and thin like the air I breathe. I can see it shining on my night sky, like a star. The January breeze passes through its transparency as if it wasn’t there at all, but soon...
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Some Variations On Time
Time changing faces. Unfamiliar, clumsy time. Eavesdropping time listening through walls. Nosey time asking personal questions. Bullying time pushing you around. Sarcastic time in your face. Time with...
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Tongues
when you can’t speak the language it’s like absolution your conscience swept clean of nouns and infinitives you hear only the song of it guttural, geminate, trill trick of longitude and latitude...
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Perpetuity
for it is impossible for anything to come to be from what is not, and it cannot be brought about or heard of that what is should be utterly destroyed – Empedocles Lavoisier and friends teased eternity...
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The Graduate
Some people are taught how to write Framed parchment, fancy script hanging pretentiously above cherry wood roll top desks brimming with pomp and circumstance They write villanelles about summer sunsets...
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THE MOON ONLY RISES (After MEI YAO CHEN)
Night unfolds like a skein of silk. But its beauty brings me no relief. The stars are so far away, they can give no warmth or compassion. The moon feels no grief. I understand death when we are old and...
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Clay
The waves once crashed at my beckon call. The sun hid in the gray matter of the sky and dared not to show itself. No bird cast shadow no matter how high their flight. This globe would be wonderful...
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Excavations
Whatever it was, I'd go first. You made me close my eyes and eat things out of your hand. There are stories where that's cute, but not when it's earthworms and hearts. We grew up scarecrows spooning,...
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