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Catherine Basilicata
No more Goodbyes What if I never kissed your lips again Or feel the touch of your warm embrace How would I go on Without you my heart has no place to belong. Someday I’m hoping love’s going to draw you away from the sea. Until then my heart remains empty, So, I’ll just have… Catherine Basilicata weiterlesen
Colin James
Two poems AN ANTI THEIST’S SURRENDER The lines of children were cognizant of an uprising. This was evident in their diffidence to the wind and the way scars healed from the inside despite a continuous onslaught of moral beatings, the noble bullies barely having time to adjust. Fatalistically, the swooning became the resolve. CHOKING ON… Colin James weiterlesen
Philip Loyd
Elephants Never Forget I sneaked another peak at her across the bar, trying my best to not look like I was looking, but it was too late, she had seen me already. Why was I trying to avoid being seen? Because I was shy? Not hardly. I was lonely, and I didn’t want to look… Philip Loyd weiterlesen
Walter Hoelbling
gone where have conversations gone long time passing where have all our love words gone long time ago where have all our love words gone mobiles took them, every one when will we ever learn I hope they will return wiehere have all the mobiles gone long time passing where have all the notebooks gone… Walter Hoelbling weiterlesen
Bill Cotter
Two Poems COMING UPON Incautious, still, and breaking the peace Of the lake, I hear the swan’s unease And sense, in its startled trumpetings, Time is measured in the beating of wings. Across the brown veined beds of reeds Now rippling and dropping their silver beads, There comes the sound of whisperings, “Time is measured… Bill Cotter weiterlesen
Jesse Bant
The Music Man in the Sky There was a flautist jamming in the stars, and I used to sit watching, seated on air. He made me cry one day but I wasn’t really that sad. His tunes were just too good, they had me skating around upside down all over the icy place. Didn’t know… Jesse Bant weiterlesen
Ian C. Smith
Three Poems Artifice He photographs her on the Cobb at Lyme Regis, a shadowy shot to be published in a journal unimagined then like other scenarios destiny stores between expectation and realisation. They had read The French Lieutenant’s Woman. Wave-smash sprays her op-shop cape as if a film is being enacted in a surf-hiss of… Ian C. Smith weiterlesen
National Young Writers Festival
Gerald Ganglbauer Publishing My Way National Young Writers Festival 2002 I used to be an independent book publisher for ten years and also a print magazine publisher, and even though I do print and web design for a living these days, I am still publishing literature on the Internet – purely out of love for… National Young Writers Festival weiterlesen
Consciousness States and Literary Creativity
Hermann J. Hendrich It is for this reason (representing the true character of objects) that I hold the somewhat unusual view that artists are neurologists, studying the brain with techniques that are unique to them and reaching interesting but unspecified conclusions about the organization of the brain. Semir Zeki in ((3), p 80). Fluidum Already… Consciousness States and Literary Creativity weiterlesen