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Poetry: Coda by Justin Reamer

Coda   The universe is a phonograph, Our lives mere vinyl recordings Playing daily mundane tunes, Monotony annual practice. Bugles whine in the background, Drums lethargic from humdrum; Violins strumming mediocrity, Tap the exhausted sonata. Measures scoring hebetude, Mind drifts slowly to sleep. Man picks up the trombone, His stand assembled before him; Unleashing the […]

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Poetry: Dances

Dances By A.R. Salandy   Tarred roads shudder As shabby vehicles Descend on commutes Repetitive but reliable still As a scorching orb bares down On paths caressed by golden rays That dance to the beat of a destruction Blinding and overwhelming- As air grows stifled By the slow drip of beaded sweat That acts as […]