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These Things Prove It | Carol Gilman

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The ants are back.
The dove is gone.
I hear you clearing your throat.
This means everything is doomed.
I am doomed.
These things prove it.

I hear a baby bird chirping to be fed.
I smile.

This means that everything is okay.
I remind myself that I am not doomed.
That I can change my thinking and response to things happening around me.

It’s annoying the ants are back. I can handle it.
I am sad about the dove. I can feel that sadness.
I hear you clearing your throat. That’s what is happening. That is what you are doing. It has nothing to do with me and who I am.

These things, my thoughts, prove it.

Svetlana, Strange | Stephen Mead

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All that yellowing—–
like Van Gogh’s portrait
of Madame Ginoux,
while from your grin of gums
two silver nubs brightly gleam.

Your eyes roll with an “oi vey”
shrug amid the swelling
while blisters bleed
an egg yolk stain
sunset to sunrise
over every bed pad.

We each take hold of a balloon limb
and look to you or your devoted
Chernobyl husband,
his rumbling Russian, that foreign
noise any heart can decipher,

and while we look, we hold
the going of golden Svetlana
in faith’s font of morphine,

the anguish, the light.

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Larger Than Life | Kenneth Vincent Walker

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From the mundane
To the profound you
Approach everything
With style. Those who
Know your name can

Attest to this fun fact.
Though branches may
Be broken and scars
Show their tracks. Ways
To hide the fine cracks

You’ve come to master
Even though you fight
Depression behind bars
Of your laughter and wit,
Which is no big disaster,

Because you are larger
Than that, larger than life.
Even birds chitter-chatter
At the sight of your light.
So upon your departure

Burn brightly, burn bright.

This Developed Nation? | Wandering Biku

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In this Developed Nation, a 19 year old woman sleeps in a bag in a door way.
In this Developed Nation, a working family of four relies on the local food bank.
In this Developed Nation, grandmothers live on a pittance and die lonely.
In this Developed Nation, my friends use drugs to fill a spiritual chasm.
In this Developed Nation, stateless refugees are kept in cages while processed.
In this Developed Nation, slave labour is abolished, but persists.
In this Developed Nation, the media patronizes and panders to the lowest common denominator.
In this Developed Nation, the unscrupulous employers bulldoze workers rights.
In this Developed Nation, the population is kept divided and ineffective.
In this Developed Nation, ‘I’m not a racist…but…’
In this Developed Nation, black people are stop/searched nine times more than whites.
In this Developed Nation, under four percent of rape reports end in conviction.
In this Developed Nation, seventeen percent of adults take anti-depressants.
In this Developed Nation, suicide is the biggest killer of men under fifty.
In this Developed Nation, children cut themselves to relieve pain.
In this Developed Nation, I’m a snowflake if I care.

What has this Nation Developed into?

Lyrics | Susy

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The lyrics sounded like in the black water I can feel everything. The words were sitting next to each other floating around and I saw them as a closed eye sees a rainbow. They expressed a need.

Dominick’s on Arthur Avenue | Stan Morrison

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Tiny storefront restaurant
The middle of the block
Packed, waiting outside
Large family style tables
Mixing arriving guests
With no printed menus
Only two entree choices
Maybe salad or veggies
Red or white in carafes
Owner guards the register
Silently adding up the bills
Tells the waiter il conto
Nothing ever written out
Always an even number
Cash is the legal tender
No Michelin reviews
Just the best bar none

How I Spent My Quarantine Vacation | Stan Morrison

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I had nearly nothing to do
And so much time to do it
Rearranged each room for Arc Digest
Every drawer is now clean and redone
All of my socks and my jockey shorts
Passionately ironed and neatly arranged
Shined shoes put back alphabetically
Clothes closets emptied and rehung
Total grooming plus daily mani/pedis
Ordering food online a daily highlight
Meals planned for the next six months
Rewatched past seasons of everything
E-mailed annoyingly and repeatedly
I wearily got up the very next day
And started the list all over again

Vision Quest | Lenore Rosenberg

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When the ocean rises, the seashore
disappears, the water never dousing fires
burning on in the beach. The white sands
are charred and black and the pretty little
girl freezes, howls caught in her throat.

When the earth is scorched by fires,
birds flee to other shores and bears
growl out of their caves, limited to
charred, bitter, exoskeletons of food,
their strength impaled, like the girl’s.

When she calls after the storm,
I strain to listen for fragments
of fear, my heart still aching after
all these years to make it better,
and my blind mind’s eye sheds tears

Life | Abigail Ayornu

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Life, life is a long way to go.
It’s like a train journeying towards a direction.
Some make it to their destinations.
Others get stuck on the way

Life, life is a race.
Like taking off in a marathon.
People get to the finish line.
Others do not get there.

Who is to blame?
Absolutely nobody but yourself.
The way you handle it
Gives a thought of how you succeed.

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