“Laughter” by Stephen John Kalinich

Laughter is an unwritten poem
A child’s first touch of joy.
A smile within a wounded world.
Certainly the world has grown too serious
We need laughter
to bring us
closer to each other.
Laughter as a voice against our sorrow
Laughter as a voice against our heartache
Laughter as a voice of hope
That carries us into other hearts.
Laughter as the appreciation
of simple childhood days
When all the earth
lay before us
Like an open road
Echoes of laughter
From the winter’s wind
of our youth
We need laughter in our world
If we are to survive.

Stephen John Kalinich

“Our Gang” Artwork

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

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“NOTHING CAN DISTURB ME” by Stephen Kalinich

I AM NOURISHED
PROTECTED
CARED FOR
NOTHING CAN DISTURB ME.

NOTHING CAN TAKE
MY JOY AWAY
FROM ME.
HAPPINESS IS WITHIN ME.

I CAN FACE THE FUTURE
AND THE MOMENT
WITH CONFIDENCE.

I CAN BE PEACEFUL.
I CAN REST
IN EVER PRESENT TENDERNESS.
ALL AVENUES OF GOOD
ARE OPEN TO ME.

LOVE IS POURING OUT
AN INFINITE ABUNDANCE
OF PATIENCE
AND UNDERSTANDING.

I CAN RISE UP
EACH DAY

TO GREET THE WORLD.

Stephen John Kalinich

Photo by Mark Mawston

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Juicy Quote

Photo by L. K. Thayer

Isn’t that the problem? That women have been swindled for centuries into substituting adornment for love, fashion (as it were) for passion? All the cosmetics names seemed obscenely obvious to me in their promises of sexual bliss. They were all firming or uplifting or invigorating. They made you tingle. Or glow. Or feel young. They were prepared with hormones or placentas or royal jelly. All the juice and joy missing in the lives of these women were to be supplied by the contents of jars and bottles. No wonder they would spend twenty dollars for an ounce of face makeup or thirty for a half-ounce of hormone cream. What price bliss? What price sexual ecstasy?

Erica Jong

“Yellow-Striped Violin” by Nicole Rigets


The heart rides the strings of the bow
against the silence
Cries escape from a pleasure never known
Now a torturous ecstasy
as passion is released
as passion escapes
in all directions of the soul
Slack-faced, mind driven asunder
in the sonance of a women freshly loved
A woman taken by the powerful
longing of a male presence
clinging to the life of the strings
Joy pulsating!
Veins open
Serenity resides along inner chambers
Nerves become pathways of grace
An awakening at a window
with linens so bright
they light the room.
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