“Production to profit is his scheme / Both part of the American Dream” (Frank Viollis)

Be Home at Five by Frank Viollis Now take the man on Montgomery Street Here's a fellow with swift moving feet Where he's going I can't say I wonder if he knows his way Production to profit is his scheme Both part of the American Dream Fifteen minutes is all he takes Time enough for …

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“lips’lust / devours the entire sex- / less shape extreme” (Lorraine M. Tong)

by Lorraine M. Tong letting my hair down a banana unreels it self exposes the raw inner meet the sensitivity headskin cascading hair down slippery shoulder mountains shreds of veins long entangled with the direction of down the shapeless vertical form that cannot stand but to lie there the curves become evident soft pregnant sweetness …

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Photographing Utopia

Photographing Utopia Utopia, the term coined to describe a community or society with near perfect qualities, is used to express imagined desires of an ideal community that obtains perfect happiness and fulfillment. Utopias are imagined to be the perfect society, one that encourages equality, tolerance, creativity, along with great productivity.  Various forms of art and …

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“and in memory men continue to live, …” (James L. Kramer)

Ad Infinitum by James L. Kramer Thoughts lead into thoughts and those in turn to others as if the imagination revolves with ideas, each waiting to appear. Existence, a constant repetition, continues as idle thoughts and dreams: the significance of what was dreamt a yesterday has been forgotten and what dreams fill tonight will be …

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“Nothing seems worth believing now, All beautiful thoughts, I ignore.” (Sandra Verdi)

by Sandra Verdi Values seem lost in this haphazard world, Righteousness seems not sincere; The eyes of the guilty lurk all about, Life's purpose does not render clear. My world is colliding with rapid speed, With all that I cherished before; Nothing seems worth believing now, All beautiful thoughts, I ignore. For they are not …

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