Sun Prayer

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Contributor: Jack Dolvermorris

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I put on the armor
of my gods
spread wide my wings
face the dark
face the night
all that icy cruelty
all that cold chaos

I put on the armor
of my gods
and draw my sword
to set the night alight
to drive away
specters of suffering
those who hold down the sun

I put on the armor
of my gods
free the great golden one
for another spring
another summer
another season
of fire and fruit
when ice is treat
instead of a torment
and the forces of night
hold sway only over hours
instead of days.

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Contributor: Maria-Theresa Zehendstrom

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I rode the ride
I took the chance
I screamed and howled
with joy
from end
to beginning.

I've seen
what can become
of two people
after they say
"I do."

I've seen
wither away
in a day

I've seen
the world
turn to sand
in an hour

I've seen promises shattered
now broken
now rusty
now dust
memories on the wind
nothing but memories
as they slip through my fingers

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Inspired by the writings of Herne, Norris and Moreno, I write the song that splashes from my hands when I pour my soul on paper.

True Love

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Contributor: Jane Briganti

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True love-
something few will ever know
It is not what you think-
clouds of fluff and
unicorns colored pink

True love-
an ache which fills the heart
Taking over body and soul
without him or her
you will never be whole

True love-
consumes your existence
Feelings of happy and sad
Unpredictable, uncontrollable
being in love is not a fad

True love-
makes you feel sick
It's not all glitter and gold
but if you find true love
together you'll grow old

True love-
comes only once
To none does it compare
It won't be an easy ride
but have faith in it, if you dare!

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A Native New Yorker, she's been writing poetry for as long as she can remember. Her writing expresses her thoughts about life, love, nature and human emotion.


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Contributor: Alexis K

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I heard Heather’s broken voice from across the room
And I stood in front of her trying not to cry
Her nails claw at one another, nails painted
The color of blood as from a recent kill
Waiting for the clock to strike three,
Her hands gripping the bag she picked up,
About to leave,
While ignoring the casualty on the way out
No one in the quiet room understood
How she could have thrown away their friendship, so quickly
Like a carcass pulpy and horrible

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Alexis goes to Pompton Lakes High school and loves to write in her free time.

Something More

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Contributor: Danetta Jo Barkvist

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I do what you ask
and yet it's never enough
I move mountains
you find fault in their lines
I turn water to wine
but it isn't merlot
I carry you on my back
and you say I'm too bony
I buy you cigarettes
but always the wrong brand
I can't move fast enough
to satisfy your need for now
yet you're always late
leaving me waiting
for hours
sometimes days.

I know that you're hurting
I know I'm your only friend
and yet sometimes
I stare at the horizon
just stare
wishing for something better
wishing for something more.

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I am a high school senior at Twenty Pines. Go Dobermans!

A Dream

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Contributor: Bruce Levine

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How do you measure a dream?
In ounces? Pounds?
Inches? Feet?
Centimeters, meters or miles?

Do dreams have weight?
Can you hold them in your hands?
How does it feel if you touch a dream?
Warm and tender?

Can you hold hands with a dream?
Can you put your arms around it?
Feel every fiber of it and yourself
Meld into one?

Dreams are ephemeral
Like dandelion flowers
Floating on the wind
Over a field of brightly colored daisies.

Can dreams come true?
Do they have height and weight?
Can they last forever?
Only when you meet the one you love!

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Bruce Levine, a native Manhattanite, has spent his life as a writer of fiction and poetry and as a music and theatre professional. His literary catalogue includes four novels, short stories, humorous sketches, flash fiction, poetry, essays, magazine articles and a screenplay His works are published in over twenty-five on-line journals, over twenty-five books and his shows have been produced in New York and around the country. His work is dedicated to the loving memory of his late wife, Lydia Franklin, and his wife Jane. He lives in New York with Jane and their dog, Daisy. Visit him at

Now We Cry

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Contributor: Cynthia Pitman

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Before the floods flashed
and carved the hills into red rock caverns,
before the fires flamed
and felled the forest trees,
before the wildlife panicked
and dove into the rushing rivers,
before the birds flew too close to the sun
and, as with Icarus, their wings melted
and they fell into the sea,
before the teeth and claws of the gnawing rats
rattled then scuttled
the worm-holed warped-wood battleships,
before the lions cowered
and fled the highest ground,
before the clear skies melted
and bled blue,
before the sun turned on us
and burned our eyes,
before the snows followed
and froze them open,
before the wild winds raved
and pushed us apart,
before the raging waters rose
and swept us under,
before the whole earth split
and devoured us in fire,
before we knew
that all we knew
would soon be through,
we stood together, hand in hand,

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I am a retired high school English teacher. I began writing again this past summer after a 30-year hiatus. My first book, The White Room, is forthcoming from Kelsay Books.

And The Guilt Is Delicious

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Contributor: Bet Q. McDondren

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One taste
one time
one place
where we shared spoons
tried something new

some summer nights
when the heat has died
in the scant hours
before the sun gold-rims
that dawn horizon

I take a guilty taste
indulge in that delicious memory
and live again
for a moment
in the glory of all we had
all I thought we were
all I hoped
we'd always be.

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I am enchanted by the idea that the molecules of everything around us have been manufactured freely in some patient generation of stars. We are living concretions of stardust, and I find that both inspiring and humbling.

Changing For The Better

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Contributor: Gina DeQuattro

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After being alone for so long,
She understood what was happening
No one wanted to leave her, but they would be wasting their time
By sticking around with her insensitive attitude.

She took a long, hard look in the mirror
And pursued the reconstruction
Of herself.

She axed the thick walls of selfishness,
Tore up her old rough floors, stained with stubborness
Continuing on until she reached her foundation.

She picked out a new carpet that had
The softness that she needed,
Built up new walls, full of windows
And made rooms for new guests.

At last she became the palace
That she was meant to be all along.

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Gina DeQuattro is a high school junior. She's enjoyed reading all sorts of media since childhood, and has decided to give writing a try.

Maze Mess

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Contributor: Jynra Q. Blitterquick

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Navigating the mind-maze
the social media mess
lit with trash-fires
with painful fears
threats to existence
ready to paralyze
ready to push
shove you into a spiral
of deep depression
when all you wanted was kittens
weddings, babies
on all the people you never call
all the people you'd call
if only you had time
to check up on them.

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Even white people ate dogs if you go back far enough in history.


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