Saturday, March 21, 2020

Marc Carver writes


When some days you can do nothing else
Sit down clear your empty mind and write some words.
Any bloody thing that pops up there
Even if it is really nothing put it down and send it into the eternity of the spiral internet
because now it will live forever

forever there

even if no one ever reads it

It will be eternal.

Marc Carver writes


There is something so masochistic in me that it never leaves me so determined am I that I must leave I am sure of it I am surprised I haven't done it already not that I could throw myself off a bridge I don't have the courage But if I don't care what still holds me back in life some invisible force a shield that keeps people safe from me am I really that dangerous maybe I am

Linda Imbler writes

Centrifugal Force 

I should have seen it at our chance crisscross the first night we met, 
your urgent compulsion to enter every room using your rambling stride, 
your braggadocio with volume on max. 
Your face presenting a smile, an anthropoid sneer, humanoid, yet not as humans do.

Circling the room with what seems to be frenetic quirk, 
yet actually calculated, forcing yourself central, 
he to whom all others are drawn, on which all others must rely. 
Your self proclaimed warmhearted misdeed, to not waste others’ time, 
was merely an excuse for steely dissection. 
Who will allow you to leave your evil stamp on them or theirs? More importantly, who will not?

And those who orbit, once they have tasted your acidic ways, 
once the disillusionment has set in, once they have chosen to escape, 
Yes! It's then you shift gears, increase gravity denser and denser. 
Then your loftiest corruption is well played.

To bribe is to control, isn't that what you told your friends? 
Use correctional ranking to sort your paramours? 
Knowing they’ll clamor for tighter intimacy to examine 
your brilliant deviltry up close, cruel and wicked, yet stunning for its planning.

You claim there's no one to blame for the list of names, 
that roster of those populating your lecherous graveyard, 
they with whom you have killed relationships. 
No, don't bother yourself, you can leave her name on there and also add mine.

I should have seen it at our first chance crisscross, 
the apparent craze like the first crack seen in pottery, 
evidence that you never had it together. 
How sad that ,in spite of, that woeful shatter will never touch your mind or heart. 
You will remain the center of your universe, will spin on the axis of your own invention.

I will stand with cruciform candor, not clinging or grabbing on 
and let your whirling, twirling self revolution, fast and energetic, 
reel me away, let centrifugal force carry me and my disenchanted discontent on a new trajectory, 
now all my own path, where honest conduct reigns.

SchiZ (Lee-Ann Azzopardi) writes

A Cautious Letter to Ms. Arbus
Nero continued to play his vicious violin
When Rome was burning
At age forty-nine,
You should've continued to photograph
The crazies in NYC
And just because you were barren
Doesn't mean you have to
Commit to death--

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Three female impersonators

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Lady Bartender with a Souvenir Dog
Jack Dracula at a bar

Lynn Long writes

Our bodies entwine
His lips on mine
As we explore the nether-
lost corridors of time...
I cry out your name to the
god that you are
At one in your being 
We align with the stars

Saikat Gupta Majumdar writes

A Joyful Return

‘Naughty’ the word nothing new to Rony 
As mom often tells him, 
An in 'disciplined boy’ 
Is a very common phase 
As dad’s rebuking stands a regular theme.

This Rony one day found missing 
Leaving Anxiety and sorrow for all 
The day comes to an end and night appears 
But he keeps all in tears 
And does not come home after all.

Another fruitless day passes 
Letting the parents be worried 
Making them feel too, 
That their child may be naughty but dearest indeed.

Next morning a letter found in the doorstep 
After the door suddenly bailed  
It states that Rony is very near somewhere 
But the name and address withheld.

With the passing of few minutes 
As the door bell rings twice 
Dad rushes towards excitedly enough 
And mom follows him likewise.


The surprise awaits outside 
On their dear’s face with smile 
His hiding in friend’s house remains no matter 
And the rejoice makes speechless for a while.

Rony has been hardly scolded again 
Whether by his ‘Dad’ or his ‘Mom’ 
And happily spends all the day, 
His naughtiness stays no more 
All say he's a decent boy 
Passing their days in utter gay.

Saikat Gupta Majumdar writes


Lovely daughter Celia 
With her lovely crown, 
Stayed near the hill 
In a little town.

She played with her mates 
Who would to make her the queen, 
And she dreamed often to be so 
Of the country she lived in.

When she sat beside the river one day 
And was filled with her dream 
She met suddenly an angel 
And was blessed to be the supreme

A few days passed 
She got married with the king  
Who was ruling the country then 
And started happy living.

The lovely daughter Celia 
Became the queen Brown 
And ruled over the country 
With the king and her lovely crown.