18 February, 2012
by Grace E. Reed
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I wonder what it is about me that I am always seeking more. More of everything. Am I selfish or curious? Am I hardwired to seek more? If so what more should I be seeking? As an ex-addict I could … Continue reading
12 January, 2012
by Sumeet Grover
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Come, let’s watch the skies, On this giant telescope Let’s see How beautiful the stars, the moon the planets, the jupiter ring look like Let’s watch the universe As another undiscovered phenomena Another undiscovered story unfolds, Today, tomorrow and forever, … Continue reading
29 December, 2011
by Sumeet Grover
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We spend All our lives on surface, Wondering why ‘The other’ Is so distorted looking, So painfully unbearable, Or even, ‘The other’ Is so much fulfilling, And may be, ‘The other’ Is like no other, So strange and incomprehensible. We … Continue reading
16 December, 2011
by Sumeet Grover
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Tinsel around the house And the fireplace is warm The bells on the doorway Christmas tree Ring As the snow storm goes wild The children in the house too, Go wild, Impatient to open the presents- So do the grown-ups … Continue reading
24 November, 2011
by Hemani Jayaswal
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A young man remarked On the futility of life Reduced in the end to nothing But dust and bones He poigantly cried out What then Is the point Of running all life With a little smile on My lips and … Continue reading
21 November, 2011
by Grace E. Reed
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He thought, “Mom is it OK?” He said out loud in front of the mirrow, “I need to go to work today, I want to make a difference, I want to do a good job.” He drove to work He put … Continue reading
19 November, 2011
by Grace E. Reed
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I stood there on the sidewalk looking at the University Occupy protesters coming my way They were marching and chanting ‘We are the 99%!” There were at least 300 of them, youth from PSU downtown Portland Youth, active, rosy cheeked … Continue reading
17 November, 2011
by Theresa Wolfwood
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put away the banners stack up the placards the demonstration is over a few hundred hardy souls clumped under umbrellas it always rains in March weary and dejected we cleave to friends and home we dry out our socks and … Continue reading
17 November, 2011
by Grace E. Reed
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I need to free my mind from me So that perfection will delay swallowing me That the spark that was lit that night they rolled in their bed in passion that defined me This sixty-five years later in my mind … Continue reading
16 November, 2011
by Theresa Wolfwood
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We are the canaries in the mine shaft of daily fear of a suffocating end that we, the world, even unto the smallest fly, will die snuffed by poison emanating from crazed leaders from profit mad media moguls from the … Continue reading
