Category: writing
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Raise the Bar by Lawrence Woll
Raise the bar but not too farWe’ve only just begunWant to learn but have concernWe want to have our funDon’t complicate, we’ll hesitateAnd never learn a thingReach for a star that’s too farCan’t get the golden ring.They work to change…
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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…
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Coming Home by Paul Clayton
Jack sat at the kitchen table, sipping his morning coffee. For months he’d been struggling. A week earlier he had called his brother, Dan. Dan was married, really married. He couldn’t decide what cut of beef to buy without consulting…
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Publishing into the Golden Age
Yesterday’s second inauguration of President Trump brings a lot of hope to America First patriots. While the corporate mainstream will cry and play their broken record claims, The People know better. We here at American First Magazine are bracing for…
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With His Breath by Chris Wood
Trees hold memories,history cut down, shaved smooth,and the pulp mashed into parchment.Words from storiesingrain the wood,and runes permeate leaves that flutter syllables into songas they scatter the earthand cultivate the soil with our ashes, our bodies.But God did it better.He…
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Bull’s-Eye by Chris Wood
Swallows sway the power lines, chirp and chatter as sunset descends, shading a meadow that triangles and dips low between tree lines. Honeysuckle curves a clearing, perfumes the shooting range as I load my magazine and study targets clothes-pinned along…
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True Love by Paul Clayton
Blown on hot winds of amour,clouds of ancient swollen spore,find the holes, then wiggle in,lusting for the prize, they swim.Then penetrate the slipp’ry wound,something sticky sprouting soon. Meanwhile two civilizederectile apes,unconscious of the tiny rapes,think, “wonder of wonders, I’ve fallen…
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War Not in Anger by Paul Clayton
Oh, hear ye allthis tale of woe,‘bout jolly men,ne’er laid low.Mighty men of oldwho ruled with humor,somewhere southof the land of Sumer.On a plain of dust,where blood ne’er ran,lived the mighty menof Wimpistan.‘War should not hurt,’said their jolly king,a Wimp…
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Submission issues fixed
We’ve heard you guys and apologize for any submission delays. Our current email has been bouncing back some of the submissions, so we are now also operating through gmail. Submissions can be sent to either americanfirstmagazine@gmail.com or AmericanFirstMagazine@proton.me. The gmail…
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