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They Steal Everything by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] Oh nascent soul in a starched Oxford, know that corporate inevitably grinds you down, takes your time, your hustle, your ambition, your early mornings and late nights at the office, missed time with family and friends. They steal...

The Eulogy by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] My aunt had her moment on stage at my uncle’s funeral. Though distraught over his loss, she clearly relished the limelight, interjecting herself into his story, regaling her fellow mourners with rip-roaring, back-slapping tales of how she and...

Work Boots by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] The steelworkers’ boots were thick slabs of scuffed leather and heavy soles with rough-hewn treads, boots man, work boots, stitched and crafted, built for a hostile environment, forged for steel mills that burned like the devil’s own furnace,...

Atop a Bank Tower by Joseph S. Pete

[tabby title="Poem"] I stand atop a bank tower, surveying vast vistas, ridgelines of strip malls, copses of office mid-rises, clusters of single-family homes, raging rivers of cars. I stand atop a bank tower in a rappelling harness, loaded with slings,...