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WINDMILLS

TM DiSarro·January 8, 2020

WINDMILLS written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro Windmills at the Isle of Wight Grinding out a wall of...

Poetry English

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The Operation

Michal Reibenbach·January 22, 2019

The Operation written by: Michal Reibenbach You arrived with your husband in New York in the depth...

English Featured Post Literature

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In Search of America – Hitchhiking Tales

Jake Cosmos Aller·July 31, 2018

In Search of America Hitchhiking Tales written by: Jake Cosmos Aller When I was young and foolish Broke...

English Poetry

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Brain in a Jar by Anthony Doyle

Take your gloves off, let’s see who you are, he said, chin out, shoulders rolling, pecs puffing, Take ’em off. Let’s see if you can take it raw—all fuel for the fire. I always was a strutting fool. I knew it was dumb, I knew it. Walk away, the only thing you gotta hit right now is the shower. I didn’t need this. I wore belts, I held titles. I was posing in posters on dirty walls and fire-doors, I was legit. Who was he? A street scuffler, a cage fighter. I knew it, and yet I took them off, I unwrapped the straps, I bit the leather and pulled them right off. The light is autumn steel today, bolted to the ceiling. In summer it was a yellow balm, a hot wet kiss. I knew it was dumb, and she keeps whistling that same song, Nurse Mercedes, the same catchy dance tune...

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The Neighborhood

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Seasons”)

The Art of Living

Interviews

Spotlight On Writers – Larry D Tyler

Spotlight On Writers – Andrea Walker

Interview Q&A With Cindy Georgakas

The Neighborhood

Triumph of Oomph

Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly?

Let This One Be a Devil

Coming Out, Circa 1973

Joni Mitchell’s Influence on Prince

A Gaijin in Tokyo!!

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Collinwood”)

1970s

WINDMILLS

The Operation

In Search of America – Hitchhiking Tales

At 28 Weeks: When Reality Shifts

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Seasons”)

Transformation

Toots and Circles

What Resides in My Heart

The Neighborhood

Autumn Leaves

Reflections in My Beer

Hold On

A Fading Friendship

A Bittersweet Dream