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Power Gratifies Itself.

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by Benjamin White.

It appears
History is irrelevant
When memory stretches
All the way back
To a few minutes ago,
Forgetting and overlooking
The cause and effect
Of important events
And situations
As reactions
And responses
Operate in a void
Where power
Gratifies itself

Pareidolia Games.

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by Peter Onelio. Perhaps the immobility of the things around us is imposed on them by our certainty that they are themselves and not anything else, by the immobility of our mind confronting them. —Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way   If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite. […]

The Blank Spot in Our Brains.

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by Ellen Morris Prewitt. When my mother began to suffer from macular degeneration, her eye doctor told her she should no longer drive. She had a hole in her retina, but her brain would not let her see it as a hole. Her hard-working brain would use past data to predict what it thought should […]

Forgotten Female Scholars of Medieval Islam.

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by Zhinia Noorian and Brian Griffith. Back during the Arab–Persian Abbasid empire, before women were barred from religious leadership, we find records of many female officials or scholars. Queen Qatr al-Nada, the wife of caliph al Mu’tadid (r. 892–902 CE), served as court judge, passing verdicts on legal cases brought by the public at her […]

“You Always Remembered My Name!”

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by David D. Horowitz. During the past several decades various polls have exposed Americans’ ignorance about our history, constitution, and government. Do we forget too much or do we ignore too much? Or both? To forget one must first have remembered, but too few people commit to memorizing details unless they are about themselves. It […]

Shaggy Dog.

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by Bruce E.R. Thompson. What did the Sufi master say to the hotdog vender? Wait. I’m sorry, I seem to have forgotten the punchline to that joke. I must be getting old. Give me a minute. If I think for a bit, perhaps I’ll remember what I was going to say. It was going to […]

Wimme Saari, a Finn.

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by Diana Morley. sings indigenous music in no hurry— he begins with silence then opens the door where small cold birds sing along, woke by sound carrying over lakes and land iced over for months a random cracked twig as the bass clarinet feels its way as companion to voice all echoes over land so […]

Summer 1980.

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by Sean Murphy. Who am I to speak of the dead or even dare to presume it’s my place to do so? Because I was there, aware —even at ten—this was something nobody would ever forget. An era when news was on the news, and word of mouth, always the best way to convey everything […]

Condemned to Relive.

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by Benjamin White. The nation is built on false narratives Orchestrated by the unquestioned facts Operating on the poor reflections Manipulated by historical Understandings of the benevolence Created by the projected image Hollowing out the scene of honesty Fabricating the nostalgic comfort Of time and place that never existed – Remembered in the longing for […]

My Last Word.

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by Lana Hechtman Ayers. This red room is coming to an end. See how the overhead bulb flickers? You insist on baking bread but I have no time for crumbs. Allow me to sink into violet chimes as my shadow grows deeper. Some will gossip about sonnets, others about Sonny Rollins on sax. All curiosity […]