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Roses of Heliogabalus: the beauty in the details. Arts 

Roses of Heliogabalus: the beauty in the details.

The Victorian era was marked by many paintings such as Rossetti’s “Proserpine”, Millais’ “Ophelia” and Hunt’s “The Awakening Conscience”. However, “Roses of Heliogabalus”, painted by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema in 1888 is the one I prefer. It depicts a remarkably facetious scene, the scandalous party thrown by Heliogabalus, or Elagabalus. Heliogabalus was a Roman emperor who rose to power at fourteen years old and was assassinated at eighteen. His short reign of four years was punctuated with numerous scandals, one of them being the banquet during which he drowned his guests…

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A Train Story Arts 

A Train Story

It was dense. Dark mist rested on our heads with a soft delicacy while we were invaded by the overwhelming silence. Sitting there, unable to see beyond the cracking sound of rusted rails, my partner and I were waiting for the train that would take us to our final destination (or so I thought). Between the silence and the cold night’s atmosphere, our only source of sanity was a silent, meaningful (or insignificant?) conversation that was sustained with the passing of a bottle of wine, an exchange of lived experiences…

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More than just an illusion. Arts 

More than just an illusion.

Part 1.   Some of you will probably think that this story is complete nonsense, while others will find that it is something inspiring – there is no accounting for taste. In any case, I hope that those who will read the four parts of the story will understand the hidden message of the events that I will describe… I wish you all a pleasant reading.    Iris was going down the stairs of a music store; she liked just to come there and watch the pianos. The girl knew…

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A Poem on Addiction: Paint Thinner Arts 

A Poem on Addiction: Paint Thinner

My heart murmurs with the hum of cicadas I’m on fire the way they made us   I spin in circles around and around again Huff down the air as the screams begin I’m unstoppable as I ride this night bus My fingertips graze along stars as my eyes set upon mars   I’m flying above, walking along the cusp The cracks upon the pavement fall from beneath  The descent of chemicals calls from Hell’s gates I am nothing, I am forced to wait   “I’ve come close so many…

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Ode to Trump (a satire) Arts 

Ode to Trump (a satire)

Very Very Close “Proud Boys stand back and stand by” Tremendous Tension   “Forest Management” “We need immaculate air” Oil Industry   “We are fighting it” “I caught it. I learned a lot”  “It’s going away”   “Prison reform bill” “criminal justice reform” “I took care of Black…”   “nobody tougher”  “on Russia than Donald Trump.” Good relationship   Mr. President “Did you just use the word smart” You forgot the name   By Hue Bean

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“Ramblings of a lunatic” Arts 

“Ramblings of a lunatic”

Going mad from writer’s block, hysteria at  1 am, the calm settles and   I let the words flow out of my brain, my fingers have a conscience of their own   I feel like I could go on forever, or at least until I fall asleep    the only time my brain is  silent, completely, utterly, silent.   By Sophie Dufresne This poem was inspired by the song “Ramblings of a lunatic” by Bears In Trees

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Sundays at Nonna’s Arts 

Sundays at Nonna’s

My grandmother always frowned At her reflection. “La vecchiaia è brutta,” she would say  With a sigh as she looked down  At her hands, Where she saw deep folds and wrinkles  In her skin,  Like they were one of my grandfather’s shirts, Which she was unable to smooth out.   With resolve, she chose to drain the water  From her eyes into a pot, Where it began to boil The raw dough she kneaded With the valleys of her hands.  She served us dinner with tomato sauce From her veins,…

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