Sketchbook  Photographs by A. D. Winans, US     5

 

A Photo Essay

 

Spanking Booth

 

Betty Kaplan, US coming into this world I cried when spanked and now . . .

 

 

Tanka Karina Klesko, US i will advance somehow to soothe all souls in pain achieving justice by taking the place-holder of the unjust

 

 

Free Verse Gerry Bravi, CA School Days We ran through halls charged with thought but all our running brought us naught. We dipped in wells, but couldn't spell. We pushed and pulled Palmer's way but never learned to write OK. Then as now you thought us slow to grasp the things you think you know. The world condemned because we failed to cope with waters you had sailed. We left those halls and all that guilt warned we'd destroy all you'd built but after years we did discern it wasn't us but you who'd failed to learn— When lights grow dim and we grow tame we seek out others whom to blame.     The In Crowd amuse us you poor pathetic creature and you comply even revel in our feigned affinity little do we know as words fall from our mouths that it is our lies that bind us into never ending circles of posturing and brutal yes brutal friendship words they fall from our mouths and life rushes by

 

 

John Daleiden, US Cinquain I Went To The Fair . . . Into this world I come depraved, defiled— cast onto the mortal earth, walking among all creatures, unclean. Penance doth the soul good— Oh, brother and sister, repent and do not spare the scourge. Repent! Strike me! Whip and beat me! I stagger, bleed and fall— flagellation is wondrous balm— I weep. I plead— there is no balm in Gilead healing with defter touch. Submit, repent, I cry. a garden sundial— the shadow changes constantly

 

 

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