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Magic by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] Magic believes in you, except when it doesn’t.You work yourself to the point of exhaustion,you grind until the wee hours, with little immediate reward. You buy homeless panhandlers coffee and donuts.You stop to help motorists trying to push...

Hatchet Toss by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] No survivalist,no woodsman,no wilderness expert,he chucked hatchet after hatchetat the wooden plyboard target. Thwock, thwock, thwock.He tossed throwing hatchetafter throwing hatchetuntil his arm was noodly and sore. It was supposed to be fun.It was supposed to be something.It...

The US of A by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] The whole damned United States of Americastretches from the soaring sand dunes of the Pacific Northwestto the pristine beaches along aquamarine water in the southeast. The sprawling country encompasses mountains, plains, wetlands and woodlands.But anodyne suburban strip malls...

Recognize Yourself in Others by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] Race like a maniac down the highway, cutting everyone off.Wield your SUV like a weapon,barrel bullet-like through a red light, fail to yield the right of way at a stop sign,speed through the placid asphalt prairies of parking...

Seven Dirty Words by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] George Carlin was a legend, a visionary,an incisive social critic, a staple of my college library.Ever brazen, he spoke of how mass media suppressed language:Shit, what dogs do in parks;piss, what hooligans do in parking lots;fuck, how we...