Exterminating Angel Press

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Barry Vitcov

For an Acquaintance and His Wife with Alzheimer’s.

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by Barry Vitcov.

Who are you to say I would not be there?
After all these years, you still have some doubt
that in the end, when the world seems unfair,
you would be abandoned and left without
someone knowing well your questions and fears.
Although we’ve often talked of the unknown,
with worry in our hearts and eyes with tears,
we still don’t understand being alone
when being together was what we had planned.
Then we were taken to a darker place
where science and reason could not command
answers to what we were forced to embrace.
Knowing faith is as tangible as hope
keeps alive our loving bonds as we cope.

Control.

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by Barry Vitcov. The desire is to hold control and, once achieved, sustain control. It’s the moral dilemma facing those who wish to maintain control with the likes of an intelligence built by those who once defamed control. Building a thinking machine, the dream of making easy the chain of control may have unleashed the […]

Identity.

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by Barry Vitcov. reflections in a pond only half the story rippling, fluttering, mutations like the emergence of butterfly wings hearing a lullaby which sings half a story the other half standing projecting the captured image two halves make one a magician and his other half what is seen what he wants to be

Cryptic Dreams.

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by Barry Vitcov. Before waking from a baseball game where the right fielder was an amoeba a limbless organism without arms playing a position requiring the best arms in a championship game doing the most harm. Or was I confused? Maybe it was a player named Joe Amoeba, or Mickey, or Willie, or Duke. What […]

Inevitable Attraction is a Cliché.

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by Barry Vitcov. Depending upon one’s point of view, our attraction was inevitable. Allow me to explain: I was at rest doing my best to conserve energy before you bumped into me. I swerved one way, you the other. At that point, it was all relative. We arced like independent rainbows seeking treasure beyond measure. […]

The Sea is a Bride – Triolet.

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by Barry Vitcov.   I found the sea waiting for me, an old lover calling from the tide with the rhythmic roar of tympani. I found the sea waiting for me, the roll upon roll of the heavy sea lifting spirits like a waiting bride. I found the sea waiting for me, an old lover […]