Martin Luther King, Jr.




“I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality… I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.”


Martin Luther King, Jr.

“IN CONCERT” by Alexis Rhone Fancher

the couple sitting in front of us
got up abruptly, moved down an entire
row to vacant seats.
die-hard Madeline Peyroux fans, he said.
why? was I loud?
you were an asshole.
yeah, you kept talking, and hooped and
hollered after every song.
I love her. I’m enthusiastic, I said.
you were an asshole, he insisted.
yeah? well, you shouldn’t have given me that
4th vodka rocks, I said.
I don’t remember pouring it down your
you twisted my arm.
maybe. but you were the asshole.
did I embarrass you?
no. I’m with you, baby.
for what?
for loving me when I’m
an asshole.
de rien, cherie, he said.
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“Mel’s Diner” by Stephen Kalinich

Unconditional Love
Only in the realm of fantasy.
You must have some conditions
it allows the other
To keep repeating
the same offense
Over and over again-
It is not kind
it is not just
it does not allow
for reformation.
Mel’s diner drive through
Walk through
this is what i was thinking
A new place
Out of another Era
Cousin to the Polo Lounge
Which is a Wax museum
on Sunset
A toy for A Brunei hustler
Who thinks he is the Sultan
Whatever happened
A no mans land
A place you go in
And never come out of
That follows you around
Like a noose
In search of a neck
In a jungle
Of stone
And graffiti
That I can not comprehend
An artless display
Of the American dream
Gone sour
Left on counters in Denny’s
With testosterone that
Is dwindling.
My throat is scratchy
my nose is running
I can not afford
to get anything.
What do I take?
Can you buy it out here
Does Galpin have a Ginger dealership?
What am I doing with my life?
I am living every moment
In this one
And it is not a pretty site.
I can not even find the Freeway
Or my way back to Brentwood
It is like France or Italy …
It is foreign …
A Million years ago
Where did I leave my Life?
Why is Life only a second long
Why is it moving so rapidly?
Can I step outside of time?
Wake up in Palm Springs
The only one in the shade
Around Marilyn and Daniel’s pool
Left on counters in Denny’s
With testosterone that
Is dwindling.
My throat is scratchy
my nose is running
I can not afford
to get anything.
Whatever happened
The solemente
Without a bathing suit.
How barbaric
I am swimming anyway
And I do not need a pool.
Life is an ocean
Constantly trying to drown me
I can not seem to float
or stop the momentum
That is pulling me under
I am weaving in
And out of consciousness
Like Lava from a Volcano
I am an abortion
A regurgitated Fetus
Waiting to be born.
God do not clone me.
Two fried eggs
on the sidewalk
Smoggy side up
at 4 A.M. in Mel’s Diner.

Stephen Kalinich

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