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Spring 2025: Muse/Amuse.

Spring.

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by Jerzy Liebert.

Each bird insanely trills.
Stags rest their antlers on the breasts of birch.
The blue sky aches for the green earth
With flaring, trembling, moist nostrils.

Leaves and sap burst from the trees.
Drunkenly reel both clouds and beasts.

Wonders in sunlit clearings — lily mists.

In copses healthy bark snaps wide in bliss.

Translated by Charles S. Kraszewski

The Greatness that was Greece.

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by Charles S. Kraszewski. It wasn’t Lucius Mummius who put an end to Greece. The self-inflicted wound was dealt ages before. We call it xenophobia, using the Greek word for it. Since they despised all other languages (and peoples) we Other People had to learn Greek. Otherwise, how could we compete with Persia in the […]

1966, NYC; nothing like it.

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by Diana Morley. Walking down Broadway on a sultry June evening going to an off-Broadway play with a few friends. I wear a long white cotton nightgown with embroidered yellow flowers. We sweep by two guys weaving, waving bagged bottles when one stares at my gown and says, “Oh, I do believe an angel has […]

Sun Shower.

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by David D. Horowitz. Descriptions of ancient Greek mythology often feature nine muses, each for a different form of composition or field of endeavor. Malpomene, for example, is the muse of tragedy; Thalia is the muse of comedy; Erato is the muse of lyric poetry; and six other muses seed imagination’s fields. Featuring many muses, […]

The Withering Weight of Being Perceived.

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by Joel Glover. The pretty young things were circulating with silver trays. Gallienus was tired, so tired, and tired of pretending not to be. It shouldn’t be possible for such an expensive suit to feel heavy across his shoulders, but it did, the weight not in the fabric but in the cerulean blue dye. The […]

Broken Clock.

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or, if a clock implies a clock-maker, what does a broken clock imply? by Galen T. Pickett.   The Lord brought me forth as the first of his works, before his deeds of old; I was formed long ages ago, at the very beginning, when the world came to be. Proverbs 8 22,23.   Sophia […]

Confession.

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by JW James.   how long she asked will I be your Muse my dangerous ex and I sitting side-by-side on West Cliff the horizon bared its teeth there is no other I told her let me walk a block a year another lifetime and still I’ll carry you when I look in a mirror […]

Francis Coppola’s Apocalypse.

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by Sean Murphy. You want to make a living? Go into accounting. Want to be around lots of money? Work in a bank. (Want to have a bunch of money And not work especially hard?) Rob a bank. Want to make a living as an artist? Give the people what they want. Want to make […]

Sometimes you die, I mean that people do.

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by Gale Acuff. and at our church go to Heaven or Hell and Heaven’s nicer but Hell might not be so bad since so many souls are there says our Sunday School teacher and it’s likely that that’s where I’ll go when I die since I sin a lot for only ten years old, I’m […]

True (from “My Life with Dogs”).

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by Tod Davies. She was a floppy, affectionate, shy dog. A kind of Buddhist dog, really, in her approach to life. Black and white and gray like her father, who she followed around worshipfully. I still remember the delight I felt in watching them dig a hole together in the front meadow. Happy, grinning away, […]