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Mind Sprocket gives voice to simple and honest perspectives. We publish thoughts and experiences on our world. We tell stories.
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Herein may you find love, reason, ballads, and epics; flying citadels, Roman pillars, broken hearts, cries of joy, and tears of all kinds.
After 15 Years
by Lyn Lifshin on April 2, 2008
its like not even one year is over.
When I couldn’t find your photo
graph it was losing your skin
again. It was there, the
one with your teeth still white, you
laughing near the Charles.
Cove Point
by Lyn Lifshin on April 2, 2008
Some afternoons, in a certain
mood, there’s a word, a name
I have to remember. Some
times its for no reason.
Another Summer Come On
by Charlene Baldridge on March 18, 2008
Another summer come on like
I cannot believe I’m still here
in paradise soon outdoors to sit
how long I’ve loved this place this
park these plants this plot of land
You Are
by Andrew Calis on March 18, 2008
You are my love, my poetry,
My sounding heart and tongue;
My thoughts jumbled illit’rately
While your clear note rung.
Fireworks Love
by Andrew Calis on March 5, 2008
Love is a scale often tipped.
Love is real.
It is also, unfortunate
As it is,
Often mistaken or replaced
With acted,
Glass replicas.
Suicide is Beautiful
by Andrew Calis on March 5, 2008
A bomb hardly explodes, but glows.
And poison kills not, but grows.
Why else, when stricken, do blades sing?
And why at funerals do bells ring?
The Barber
by Doug Holder on February 7, 2008
And his
Razor
Traversed the
Stubby topography
Of my neck.
The Luxury Afterlife
by Doug Holder on February 7, 2008
A state of the art mausoleum.
A place to die for,
to be dead in.
I have been turned to stone
by Andrew Calis on January 14, 2008
I have been turned to stone.
My movements are slow,
Thought is slow.
An inch goes unnoticed,
And I cannot scream out.
Scenes from an ’87 Civic
by Hadley Cooney on September 4, 2007
“…all you wanted was a moment of stillness, to sink your roots into the ground, yesterday’s ground, because you were yesterday and each subtle change turned your stomach until you had to close your eyes.”
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