Wise Words with Bruce Wise
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SFC Antonio Rodriguez and SFC Javier Guttierez
by War di Belecuse
Remains of SFC Antonio Rodriguez and
SFC Javier Guttierez came back to this land,
flown in to Dover Air Force Base on a C-17.
They gave their lives to keep us safe in damned Afghanistan.
Both men received the bronze star and, as well, the purple heart.
O, God, such little consolation. Death is always hard…
for family…
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Bamboozled No More! Family Legacies, Parent Fights
Bamboozled No More! Family Legacies, Parent Fights
At some point the love between spouses
may wither,
and the love of the children is reshaped
by the arguments and accusations
exchanged behind closed doors,
spilling into the hallways,
filling each room,
eventually finding their way
into the spaces where children
once played and now hide.
Children bearing witness to accusations,
name calling, tears, threats,
breaking through the walls,
forcing…
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The Underground Garden: Freed Lives
"Have you ever had to let go of a drowning man/Because he kept holding on to the anchor while cutting into your hand" From the latest Underground Garden by Liza Zayas.
You ever watch someone die in front of you?
Just never survive the pain that they’ve been through
Have you ever had to let go of a drowning man
Because he kept holding on to the anchor while cutting into your hand
You couldn’t keep your feet planted firmly in the sand
Their rescue isn’t part of their plan.
You ever watch a fighter give up?
Allow themselves to stay stuck
Dive into the quicksand…
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It's All One Thing #321: Labyrinth as Birth Pangs
It’s All One Thing #321: Labyrinth as Birth Pangs
Oh, how did that red flash of form
feather the green shadows of the hedge?
Where did those deep orange monarch wings
flutter over the wild grass from?
We are the people of the pit.
We oozed from the ground
and charged up derricks.
We’ve only dug in deeper.
No wonder. We’re obsessed with embryos.
We rain down death from above.
Death falls like rain drops,
laser guided rain drops.
Our laser…
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Poem by Jacques Fleury
From Jacques Fleury's latest book! New art by Mary Lou Springstead!
Interiority
“He who looks outside dreams, he who looks inside, awakens.”
–Carl Gustav Jung
I wish this beginning would be the bulk of my story…
Landfills where fuchsia stars burst like
Beethoven’s sonatas in the night,
Nesting birds basking in the moonlight,
Where the darkness and the light are both alike,
A marvelous silver against the dark horizon…
To know me look not…
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Essay by Jacques Fleury
Read the excerpt from Jacques Fleury's latest book.
Race in America: How We Got Here and How We Move Forward
An excerpt from ‘s book, Chain Letter to America: The One Thing You Can Do to End Racism. Cover art by Mary Lou Springstead.
“Our ability to reach unity in diversity will be the beauty and the test of our civilization.”
–Mahatma Gandhi
Ah, racism, that foggy ugly feeling that everyone feels but hardly anyone wants to admit to or talk…
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The Oddball Show: Meet Gabe Howard, author of Mental Illness is an Asshole
The Oddball Show: Meet Gabe Howard, author of Mental Illness is an Asshole
Episode 4.6!
On this episode, Gabe Howard sits down with Oddball to talk just why Mental Illness is an Asshole, why he is Not Crazy, and why these are all Needful Things to be. Yes, those are three things talked about in this podcast. Tune in to Gabe Howard, the man behind the juggernaut book Mental Illness is an Asshole, one of the voices behind the Not Crazy podcast and Psych Central…
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Jagged Thought #308: A Review of Can't Hurt Me by David Goggins
Jagged Thought #308: A Review of Can’t Hurt Me by David Goggins
This book inspired me, tired me, and made me feel like with a little push I can do anything. I even started running! This book made me think I could putter around for two miles, wheezing around my neighborhood. It felt good, though. If a book can get me to run out in my neighborhood before the sun comes up, then it will do something for you.
I could describe David Goggins in a few simple words:…
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Poem by Patricia Walsh
"Sifting through paper, a niggling progeny," A new poem by Patricia Walsh. Art by Luis Lázaro Tijerina.
Animated Darkness
Sifting through paper, a niggling progeny,
whitewashed tombs betray their wares
shortage of ink to comfort the deja vu
strange solid art watches from above.
Collective champions eschew the later bar,
insulted injury too much to drag across
the dark-haired redeemer brings to notice
the unsung text of a forgotten queen.
Being rested and fed, despite any industry
colluding in its…
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The Secrets of Skinny People by Geoffrey Fallon: Get It
For the rest of us who lost on Oscar Night, here's Geoffrey Fallon.
© Geoffrey Fallon
Geoffrey Fallon: “I draw on found objects. Bills, take out containers, cardboard, grocery store adverts, old notebooks. I generally throw them out when I’m done, because they served their purpose. One time, I put a bunch of my journals on the street to be recycled, and somebody took them. That made me very happy.”
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The Odds by Bill Harvey: Paleontogist
Bill Harvey digs up this punchline.
© Bill Harvey
Bill Harvey is a cartoonist working as a technician in the Detroit area. His comic appears weekly in Oddball Magazine.
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Wise Words with Bruce Wise
Wise Words with Bruce Wise
Haiku
by Ibe Ware Desu, LC
The white snow covers
rooftops, cars, trucks, vans and yards,
in the fresh, crisp air.
Haiku
by Ibe Ware Desu, LC
Along 380,
Wedelca Ebusir sits,
ready to take off.
Ibe Ware Desu, LC, is a haiku poet. Lieutenant Commander Ibe Ware Desu, a member of the Space Force, is the designated pilot of the Wedelca Ebusir spaceship.
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Tanka
by…
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Bamboozled No More! Two Poems
Bamboozled No More! Two Poems
Making Families
Some people were made
to make families,
not just babies.
Others were made
to unmake families,
leaving bits and pieces
of memories and tears.
What We Do
Sometimes the WORDS
take a long time to find YOU.
other times, YOU
cannot find the right words.
Then again, it really could be
about the timing.
You with pen/pencil in hand
or fingers on the keys
of the laptop with empty screen,
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The Underground Garden: Niños Recordado
The Underground Garden: Niños Recordado
You’re Safe.
You’re Safe.
I kept telling my inner child.
I needed her to let go.
I needed my presence in the present.
She kept me looking back.
To make sure she was Safe.
You’re Safe.
You’re Safe.
You’re so safe that I can assure you there will be no further harm
Please my love let go of my arm
And return to childhood.
I promise you I will not lead you to abuse
I promise you I will not keep you…
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It's All One Thing #320: Only the Shadow Knows
"Who Won in Iowa?" Read the latest It's All One Thing.
who won in Iowa?
pure obdurate cluelessness
untethered bubble brain politico
class of entitlement and privilege
rule by those who own the table
Devil take all those so hindmost
never ever called to the meal
time of such supposed great plenty
all wealth accrues to the top
just a system of flues and sluices
always empties into the same hands
and then up the squirming skyward rope
poof! it all goes…
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Poem by Caitlin Leggett
"She was a praying woman/ She wasn’t no half ass praying woman either." Read this poem by Caitlin Leggett.
Dianne’s Prayers
She was a praying woman.
She wasn’t no half ass praying woman either.
Those prayers had a “skip the line pass” straight to Jesus.
Her prayers started businesses.
They fueled economies.
They raised villages.
They stopped the bleeding of bullets.
They kept her husband’s heart beating just a little while longer.
…
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Two Poems by John Sweet
Two Poems of small town triumph by John Sweet.
deserter
not the weight of the sun
but of the sunlight
sound of passing trains at the
far edge of everything and
it only took 30 years of living in
this town to make me realize
i was lost
it only took the death of
my father to
keep me from becoming him
only took his
relentless disappointment
to give me some small
sense of hope for
the future
all these upstate towns start to look the same
it’s…
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