“The Tormentor” by Angela Cohen

My tormentor has bound me to invisible chains

He likes to say that I am at his mercy

I have to withstand the barrage of his daily verbal abuse

and pretend that I enjoy his company

I long to go home, but he says that he needs a companion—

Someone who can tolerate his dark soul, his unpredictable moods

and his unacceptable behavior

I have begged and pleaded with him to let me go

I’ve promised him riches, but he says none of that matters to him

He is happy to see me suffer

He likes to see me fall into despair

I feel foolish for falling into his trap

Like a helpless insect trapped in an elaborate spider’s web

I slowly drown in fear and utmost sorrow

As he takes my hand and leads me to an eternal inferno

Angela Cohen

Photo by VC Ferry

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Congratulations to Bill Duke on receiving Director’s Guild’s Lifetime Achievement Award!

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“POEM TO THE WORLD”

When lovers
on the brink
of
finding out
Recline on
fat illusions
of
their words
And utter platitudes
-instead of shouts
Forget
tender silences
they’ve shared
And all confession’s
awkwardness they’ve dared
Like
children peeking softly from their doubts,
There comes a time
of
darkness and despair
When moments seem
like hours under weights
Regret and fear
like
garbage fills the air
And lips of fondest memories
turn to hate.

When lovers
on the brink
of
coming near
forget
the
body’s swelled
and
aching cries
And
substitute excuses for their tears,
Something soft
and silent in them dies.
And
that, perhaps, is why there are old men
On benches
all alone
in city parks
And
bony-fingered spinsters with hard sad eyes
Knitting things for babies in the dark
And
maybe why we’re lonely
in
the spring

When
all the earth her fat thighs open wide
To show us all her pretty under-things
And
laughingly invites us to her side
To
kiss away the differences we’ve known
With the
tenderness
and
wisdom of her groans
Yet

We
lie beside each other
in despair
While
our bodies
make love
–in
the air.

Bill Duke

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© 2009

“UNDOUBTEDLY” by Anne Norda

Frozen moon shadow
rakes across her breast
a sliver of regret pulses
still she sacrifices her heart
heedless of the black terror
blasting from the past

Inevitably, inexorably
every way she ever imagined
she soars into love
lifted over the precipice
of darkness and murk
that swamp place
a cold upside-down
pinnacle of despair

A trajectory of sun daggers
spin her toward an oasis of ecstasy
emblems of visionary impulses
summoning her to a tomorrow
beckoning life stampedes the dark spot
in her heart
it is now
she is yes

Photography & Poem by Anne Norda

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© 2010

“Scream” by Stephen Kalinich

Photo by VC Ferry

from the root up
we need a radical change…
everything is so strange

the dog

the kids

the Americana nightmare
has lost its horizon

its on to the next

Fred Astaire
in the fame game..

Prostitutes, pimps
broken down winos
sleep under bill boards
white like albinos

muted jaded
no piece of the dream
American casualty

SCREAM!!!

Stephen Kalinich

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© 2009