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Ascent Aspirations Magazine Friday's Poems April 21, 2017 Cover Art: From Allen Forrest's German Expressionism Revisited Series Previously Published Cover Image: The Missing Slate Summer 2016 http://themissingslate.com
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Allen Forrest: Born in Canada and bred in the U.S., Allen Forrest has worked in many mediums: computer graphics, theater, digital music, film, video, drawing and painting. Allen studied acting in the Columbia Pictures Talent Program in Los Angeles and digital media in art and design at Bellevue College (receiving degrees in Web Multimedia Authoring and Digital Video Production.) He currently works in the Vancouver, Canada, as a graphic artist and painter. He is the winner of the Leslie Jacoby Honor for Art at San Jose State University's Reed Magazine and his Bel Red painting series is part of the Bellevue College Foundation's permanent art collection. Forrest's expressive drawing and painting style is a mix of avant-garde expressionism and post-Impressionist elements reminiscent of van Gogh, creating emotion on canvas.
Wonderland How odd you look, Madame Olga, with that ridiculous turban wrapped around your graying head and that careless slash of red lipstick that does absolutely nothing for you (unless you're channeling Lucille Ball) The truth is we're both stuck here, Madame Olga, in this tiny, seedy parlor with its peeling floral wallpaper and dim lighting from a feeble lamp Do you find me strange too, Madame Olga, the lonely widow waiting nervously for you to speak, waiting for you to tell me about a tall, dark, handsome stranger coming into my life, someone residing in an unnamed wonderland, a savior eager to share his vast fortune with me? You ask me to come back tomorrow after I clean out my savings account and pawn my QVC jewelry collection It will be then when you plan to take my money and regale me with prayers, chants, incantations, when you attempt to dazzle and divert me and make my money vanish like the proverbial rabbit in an old-time magic show But I have to question your fading psychic power You seem not to know intuitively that your creation of my mythical lover and his nonexistent wonderland is headed for extinction once the hidden wire I'm wearing performs its own inimitable trick Vernon Waring's third e-chapbook will be published in July on Poetry Repairs' website. The 24-poem collection is titled "The Universe Tilts and Other Poems"; five of the poems originally appeared in Ascent Aspirations Magazine. Since 2011 eight of Waring's stories and poems have been commended by the New Millennium Writings Awards Competition judges. Four of his poems have won prizes in the Winning Writers' contests. A former newspaper reporter and public relations consultant, he resides in King of Prussia, Pennsylvania.
Don't Look Back (Reprise)
And, at the same time, the descendants of the most recent victimizers, and those who in the idiom of the time looked like the victimizers were said to be the recipients of 'privilege'
(Definition of Privilege
-something you have that I don't
frequently paired with
Definition of Merit
-something I have that you don't)
And the definitions were demonstrated daily
Michael Ceraolo: . . . a 59-year-old retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet who has had one full-length book (Euclid Creek, from Deep Cleveland Press) and a few shorter-length books published, and has a second full-length book, Euclid Creek Book Two, forthcoming from unbound content press.
rowing our night boats toward the threshold of an awakening each stroke of the oars immersed in forgiveness
“I still remember,” I tell her, “haven’t forgotten when you threw a glass of milk at me” She sniffs and responds, “!t was a just little bit at the bottom of the glass and it was sour, anyway.”
Ayaz Daryl Nielsen, veteran, hospice nurse, ex-roughneck (as on oil rigs) lives in Longmont, Colorado, USA. Editor of bear creek haiku (26+ years/135+ issues) with poetry published worldwide (and deeply appreciated), he also is online at: bear creek haiku poetry, poems and info