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Dec 6, 20242 min read
The Face of Tomorrow, a Poem by Nana Amma Adomaa Abrefa
Feeding the youth with the milk of deception,
Grooming them to believe the world owes them.
They hold the world at ransom...
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Nov 29, 20241 min read
An Alarming Indifference, a Poem by Michael Shoemaker
You call me your enemy,
but you do not know me.
my fears, mistakes, worries and woes
strengths, courage, and resolve.
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Nov 15, 20241 min read
Becoming Me, a Poem by Nana Amma Adomaa Abrefa
I have danced to the crashing wave’s defiant beat
With each step, I roar against the storm's wild retreat
This is what it means to be me
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Nov 1, 20242 min read
Concealment and Confession, a Poem by Mark James Trisko
we are children of a God who has given us
everything we know and want, but don’t understand
and so, I am a muddled and confused human
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Oct 18, 20242 min read
A Letter to the Past, a Poem by Nana Amma Adomaa Abrefa
Mama,
do not weep for the flower
that withered in the cold,
for I have bloomed anew
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Oct 11, 20241 min read
Faith Alone, a Poem by Robert Funderburk
Words are not an action
Nor downcast looks the heart of grief
Whether in soul or transgressed body
A warm embrace and prayer sincere
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Sep 20, 20241 min read
Political Harvest, a Poem by Robert Funderburk
A crow’s distant cawing
Gives voice to solitude
Worn like a thorny cloak
And mocks that final promise
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Sep 13, 20242 min read
We Don’t Know Their Story, a Poem by Mark James Trisko
We all struggle through life just trying to get by.
We are all human, we are all sinful, and we are all innocent.
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Sep 6, 20241 min read
This is a Country, a Poem by Annah Atane
Midnight, screeching vehicles — School girls, screaming — to a truck
                     abduction here, cyber fraud there—no jail time.
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Aug 30, 20241 min read
Inner Direction, a Poem by Stephanie Ross
sitting in this soft world to listen
my senses draw inward bringing
a blanket of quiet under a night sky...
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Jul 19, 20241 min read
Last Words, a Poem by John C. Mannone
They
killed a man whose words still echo
forgiveness in the spaces under
the Walnut Street Bridge, even
the unspoken ones they know
not...
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Jul 5, 20241 min read
ADHD & Me, a Poem by Haylee Silvia
An adjective people throw around
when feeling energetic or unfocused.
A joke for most is a reality for me.
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Jun 21, 20242 min read
The Old Tracks, a Poem by Nolo Segundo
I walked where
Passenger trains
Carried lives and
Their once warm,
Now cold, dreams
And I was part of
Each life, now gone
To ether and mist
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Jun 14, 20241 min read
Midnight Influx, a Poem by Patrick Morgan
as we kickboard our lives
across imaginary lines
our hearts tied up in plastic bags
drifting out to sea.
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Jun 7, 20242 min read
A Chance For Salvation, a Poem by Carol Alena Aronoff
I am expatriate,
my motherland,
the one that birthed
and then betrayed me,
no longer my home.
No songs of redemption,
no longer
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May 24, 20241 min read
Above Rio de Janeiro, a Poem by John C. Mannone
The forest never sleeps
and also cries for redemption, the soul
of the Amazon, the trees of life-giving
air.
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May 17, 20241 min read
Granville, a Poem by David Pring-Mill
Meth, opioids, other street drugs claim
a spot on the pavement, offering
communion with the concrete, the dark
like a stern overlord,
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May 10, 20241 min read
To the Homeless Man I Lied To, a Poem by Patrick Morgan
I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you,
in the soiled coat and blue jeans,
shuffling along the subway station,
praying for money from heaven.
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Apr 26, 20242 min read
Another Military Coup, a Poem by Michael Shoemaker
shallow breathing - high piercing sirens screech in the streets -
crouching shoulders - whispers -
fences keeping enemies of the state in -
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Apr 12, 20241 min read
The Vision Returns, a Poem by David Dephy
The clouds above you form as the moon rises, you try to give them a sense of purpose, you know that the messenger with the bad news won’t...
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