What comes after Post-Modernism?
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It came to me sunday…by G. Mramor
It came to me sunday as I was climbing the stairs
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Yawning All Morning – Submission by S Estime
Sarah Estime is a student en route to a communications degree at St. John’s University. She has been published by Canadian literary magazine What If?, the African American Review, literary/photography magazine Burnermag, Words Apart Magazine, and Over the Counter Culture Magazine. She was also an Art for the Future scholar with a medium in photography. You can find more information…
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And she sits there…by G. Mramor
And she sits there and takes the bumps and the shakes as they come, part of the machine that drags the bus onward, part of the streets that make the bus bump and shake, part of the city that forgets its people.
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And to the brave girl…by G. Mramor
And to the brave girl who writes a wrinkle on a moist page: ‘where is eternity?’ She asks her mother, she asks her father, she asks her kin, she asks her teacher, she asks her rabbi, she asks her God, and nothing
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Can you move on, beyond doubt?…G. Mramor
Can you move on, beyond doubt? Askant of a shimmurring sky: is this me, is this my voice, is this my heart? You can say: this is my blood, thus this is my spirit, and with some comfort tread onwards, but there is a malaise that hides in the code of the blood, a malaise…
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She was born to know the water…by G. Mramor
She was born to know the water. Although she always knew, that she was below the surface of the skin, in the bloodstream going back to the secret heart, awaiting the vision after a heart’s darkness, this vision never came to her, so she searched it out.
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for Souls – Poem by J.Gawrych
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Age of Information – Collab Poem by J Ramos & P Chatelain
Age of Information By Phillipe Chatelain, Joshua Ramos The brain versus the Internet. Both vast, controlling, Subject to manipulation by the masses.
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Who Coos to a Public Pestilence by E. Collins
the wind sifts specks of sand; the Trojan engine veils the benign auburn hue A grain of sand swept from a sinking bedding, joins the violent charge Challenged by the composite wind
Do you create?
