Slow-moving streams Light’s fulfilling thought Nothing’s as it seems In chocolate-flowing dreams Rich, vibrant, savory Dark, warm, alive Open to the place Where only love survives Brave a taste of life Leap into the nook Let blandness disappear Where glory’s not forsook Be present in your place Devour the waiting feast Let passion rule your [...]

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Copyright © 2011 Steve Robison Stevie Ray Robison is an emerging poet, having discovered his passion and gift for writing as he undertook a spiritual journey beginning in 2001. His writing began as a process of self-discovery, journaling in a cathartic process of finding truth and freedom from several addictions. In 2003, he wrote his [...]

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A Haiku Sequence chocolate delights— the sweet taste of your lips lingers all night this Valentine’s eve I’ll have no other sweets— the day is long an east wind blows the nectar of your scent fills my being my eyes overflow with your dark beauty Spring dream Ecstasy— cherry blossoms, you and chocolate Copyright © [...]

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Copyright © 2011 Ms. Ness L. Vanessa Pacheco, a.k.a, Ms. Ness, is a 23-year old freelance graphic designer, and poet who was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. Since she was a little girl, Art has always been a part of her life, but she never became certain of what to do with it; not [...]

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Walking through the small borough today, life bustled all around… Passersby nodded, children laughed, the hum of life buzzed on… And then, suddenly, there was silence …. Life continued its trek all around me, but I was at rest…. And all that remained in my world was the grass that surrounded me …. It waved [...]

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Her hair was real black, an unnatural shade that Clairol advertised, with a fringe like Nico. She stood about 5’6, in her bare feet, but she looked taller. And she had swollen hips, but they were appealing. She was my friend. We fought tooth and nail, like Veronica and Betty or Joan Crawford and Bette [...]

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On first contact Your gaze Stilled me My once clear mind Journeyed Into the flames Of fever’s catalyst Your striking presence Unquenchable strength Unmitigated dangers Lost In the moment Of you You are etched in my soul Your hidden passions burn My fantastic imaginings Our fears abandoned Our flames dancing Burning respects’ need As deconstructed [...]

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The New Writers Review “ecstatic beat” Author: Stevie Ray Robison Reviewed by: Nicole E. Turiano Everyone toils with their own personal demons, and as a poet, a writer has a remarkably poignant way to walk in the shoes of his or her very own shadow and unleash to the world a secret that only they [...]

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