By Gene Novogrodsky The uncle, shot, and was shot at, And maybe shot himself in early ’45, Saving his life in salty water of a Pacific island, Came back, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t work … And waited for Spring and Summer so he could Paint Adirondack chairs …. Green, red, white, The chairs deep in rich [...]

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By Gene Novogrodsky Specifically, in Afghanistan and Pakistan: Schools are blown up. Women are stoned. The CIA, KGB, Pakistani intelligence, Al Qaeda, Taliban, tribal chieftains and Various bandits kill, deal, and kill and deal some more …. A boon for weapon-makers; A boon for global planners, Intrigue – and blood, blood, blood, And if not [...]

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By Gene Novogrodsky From green to light orange To dark orange, in a day-night Span, fast ….

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By Gene Novogrodsky One step, from one room to another, Another moment, Dreams collide, A dream, a dream, They collide, Anticpation, wants … And, the step …. Silence, who wants to hear? Accept the isolation …even entitlement …. Silence …best in the whitening dawn, Or reddening twilight ….

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By Gene Novogrodsky “Hospital zone, quiet,” And I’ve learned to read, so I run out of My uncle’s grip and across the street, Safe, away from the hospital sign. I see rabbis, ministers and priests Shaking hands in synagogue and church Entrances, services over … And I cross the street Away from those synagogues, temples [...]

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By Gene Novogrodsky The streetwalker, just out of jail, Is puffy; starch and no drugs. She leans against the cathedral’s fence, And yells at three bricklayers. They’re under a tree, Replacing bricks between the street and Cathedral entrance. They see her dyed hair – reddish yellow – And her thin legs. They don’t know about [...]

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By Edgar Clinton, Jr. The patrol car had a peculiar smell…It wasn’t minty fresh or manly clean by any means, More like Stale Puke and Oozing Bloody. No carpet shampoo was going to get all of that out. Officer Sully was checking out soon. One more year! “How the hell did I make it this [...]

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