Category: poem
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The President’s Peace by Todd French
It’s grueling (the wait and see) and we are hoping, walking onPins and needles like an Egyptian plover in the crocodile’sJaws, picking food from the teeth. Will it stand? For a day,An hour, minutes: what I know in spite of…
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Hot Mics and Immortality by Todd French
“With the development of biotechnology, human organs can be continuously transplanted and people can live younger and younger, and even achieve immortality,” Putin agreed. “Predictions are, this century, there is also a chance of living to 150,” Xi replied. Psalm…
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Sliding into Obscurity by Michael E. Theroux
Broken shards of our distant dreams of Peace and Love, and Brotherhood have been claimed by the Overlords to woo us with our own slogans. Those dreams are now their scythes. We don’t even feel the razor’s edge. After all,…
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From the Editor: My Little Someone (celebrating Mother’s Day)
American First Magazine wishes all of the moms out there a very Happy Mother’s Day! Raising children is an important job, and nothing compares to it. I found myself reflecting on this as I wrote a little something about what…
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19 Minutes by Michael E. Theroux with Artwork by Pamela Theroux-Hanief
Image © Pamelia Theroux-Hanief, NY 2023“… Let’s see if the world is still there…” and our bedroom TV world-window complies with an image straight out of Hollywood: smoke, uniforms everywhere, something about a 747 …Six or seven channel switches later,…
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On Guard by Michael E. Theroux
This, this animalNot for polite companyOld dog good teethPet at your own riskThen count your fingersLikes it rawFeeds aloneEven in a crowdAlways on dutySeen too lateNot for the lapSleeps eyes openStrikes without soundGrowls more than barksBarks and means itBut thenRemember…
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Bleed Red, White And Blue by Lawrence Woll
They want to change the countryFor folks like me and youThey think that they know betterWith all the things they doOpen borders, “sanctuary”–Just a few of their tricksTeaching Kids they can be trans…Man they are really sick.Now the crazy liberalsWant…
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Balance by Helga Kidder
Wind strikes the chimesnext to the patio door, wakensthe birds for breakfast as cloudsgrey the sky. Snow forecast.My mind wavers between natureand the hum of the heat pump.Leaves huddle against the brick walland liriope shrivel in the cold.Another tornado rushing…
