February This month's featured piece is a superb prosetry piece by ~chapaV "Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning." ~Maya Angelou |

Peacetime Songs or EuthanasiasI wanted a war-time melody for the aching ears of all the people who silently protest the military efforts of our time; a song to soothe, a flood of words in which to drown our battered hopes, for their mercy. So I conjured in my rib-caged eye the images of war,Peacetime Songs or Euthanasias by ~chapaV
the open minds of fallen soldiers, spilling New York and Los Angeles, Moscow and Baghdad onto the streets of anywhere; their mouthing wounds elevating cries into the city stench of gunpowder blackened buildings; the look on their eyes when the true meaning of damage and collateral crashes into their fleshy souls, begging in curses, wailing arms at them for a redraw of the cards: You
February This month's featured piece is a superb prosetry piece by ~chapaV "Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with shades of deeper meaning." ~Maya Angelou |
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Voices from Saginaw, MI: 1952-1974 Dad would ask so many questions I hated interpretingVoices from Saginaw, MI: 1952-1974 by `Nestalgica
for him hands stuck on refrain it wasn’t that my parents were deaf
but that other parents could hear I found that strange we had to move
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don't get tired of elephants yetI've had my crippling moments.don't get tired of elephants yet by ~Solaces
They'd either start in my stomach
with an ache like broken glass
or stab me right in the catharsis,
somewhere near my heart or breath
or maybe my left foot.
I wouldn't know how it feels
to hurt to walk, but I imagine
with a destination like farther,
it's no pilgrimage.
So take the burden off your back.
Life is not a sandstorm
and your lungs are only a mirage
if you expect to see your breath
every time you breathe.
So take a breath
back, just one step
and listen with your smoke signals.
Help is on the way.
I just can't promise
it knows much about this lifetime.
It's the same way I could never promise
elephan
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