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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...

Afterimage By Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] AFTERIMAGE The Christmas tree atopNorth Arundel Hospitalpierces the night’s eyeballwith all the season’s colors wired togetherlike the row of stitchesclosing the bloody gashin my mother’s foreheadas she lay on the Fast Trackher face veiled in blue clothher left...

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...

Nothing But The All by Lee Evans

[tabby title="Poem"] NOTHING BUT THE ALL Young men and women, answer not the callWhen politicians beat the drums of War:Lay down your lives for nothing but the All. Seek not the foe, but stem that bitter gallWhich rises from your...

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...