Photo by Gaurav Gupta on Unsplash Fair-haired boys running through the summer afternoon laugh at the whirlwind as it topspins and tumbles to the ground. Men and boys alike stare as the days of glories past tremble and renew. Pristine, bold and brave they lumber to the lake carrying their hopes, dreams and visions. […]
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Image by 3530416 from Pixabay “$12.50 a day. First day in advance.” His voice was thick, southern and coarse. He pushed a registration card across the counter with one puffy hand. The girl from New York City signed the name, Marie Martin and reached in her purse for a twenty. She noticed the difference in her voice as
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Image by Marc Pascual from Pixabay The year 2090- Biff Treadwell is a soldier in the American North Army. In the course of his many battles, he became a transparent soldier, always there at the beginning and end but missing in the middle. Treadwell’s gift was his ability to create beautiful tales of bravery and
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Image by Marisa Sias from Pixabay Intersect Close your eyes and think. Think of what gave you the greatest pleasure. The touch of a man or woman? The smile of a child? The excitement of money? Something bought or found? Now, think of what caused you the greatest pain. The humiliation of suffering? The
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Image by Suhas Rawool from Pixabay A fire once burned brightly like a beacon in the night. A nova of a super joy cut the lunar satellite. Up upon the misty hills ten thousands eyes did shine. Looking for the valley’s peace and eyesight to the blind. Questions of eternal truth cannot go
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Through the clouds of Candlewood, ancient castles appear. Locked in a balance of imperfection, they reach to a heavenly sky. I grab my sword and head toward the celestial gates. The Castle of Epiphany stands the largest amongst the crowd of cathedrals. Its entrance is blocked by the great Dragon of Sai. Its scales
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Image by Engin Akyurt from Pixabay John Coltrane was born on September 23, 1926 in Hamlet, North Carolina and is unarguably one of the most important people in the history of Jazz. If you have never heard his music before, please look it up on your favorite music providers. It will be well worth it.
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Photo by Hans @ Pixabay Wading through the Johnstown Flood the water running through my brain, I stood calm, collected hoping for the distant shore. Looking for the answer, looking through the rain, is this all to reason or am I just destined to go down – for the third time? Quizzing Mark stands
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This is a blast from the past. From my first paper, THE REAL STORY, this article from October 3, 2012 documents Terrie Songer as the first female supervisor to serve at the Columbus Police Department. Terrie would retire for the CPD in 2017 as a Lieutenant. It’s unusual that a person can say they have
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Three long trains from New Orleans wrapped around the bend with gamblers, fight fans and the lovers of violence. It was July 7, and with no destination known, the travelers sat in their own perspiration and counted the beads of sweet on their neighbor’s forehead. Also on board on one of the trains were two
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Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay Change a world before my eyes. Change the color of the stars. Stare off into the sun and rhyme a lullaby. The cold ice drops off every word. A cool ridge climbs your mountain walls. Xanadu sits neatly in the frozen caves– a feast for eyes to see.
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Image by Joe from Pixabay Silence breaks the thunder. Warm, billowing masses of air stream through the night. Clouds like children gallop the skyline. A pale, refreshing breeze envelops my skin. Darkness covers all except for twilight’s flickering light. Mist, so rare a beauty– Moisture’s shiverless form pleases in its touch. The dampness lingers
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Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay Raging through the Heartland in a cream colored Cadillac, I saw the light’s ray illuminate the dust from my dashboard. Running through Springsteen, Nebraska, I lost my innocence somewhere between Route 85 and 95. I meet a dirt poor farmer there who told me what he thought the truth
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Image by 준원 서 from Pixabay Run through the sunlight’s core Children of the Rain Smile little and feel the heat Breathe a new day Comfort in the fact That nothing spends the night- Nothing that can be felt or seen Preclude the shadows of existence That takes lesser men’s breath Words swell on
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“Cosmic Cliffs” in the Carina Nebula (NIRCam Image) When I first saw the images from the “Cosmic Cliffs” in the Carina Nebula from NASA’s Webb Space Telescope, I was amazed by the beauty and surrealism of our Universe. It is, as if, we live in a masterwork of space, time and art. The picture was
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On May 6th, SGC favorite Violent Vickie released the DIVISION REMIXES LP featuring remixes by Kontravoid, Fragrance, Blood Handsome, in3briant, Dimension 23, Maduro, Ben Arp (C/A/T), Barium Network, Solem Youth, Niet!, Di Auger, Torturetekk, At0shima 3rror, 40 Octaves Below, 20 Watt Dream, and Ms. Mynx vs. OsO. And, this effort does not disappoint. These syntheses highlight the
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Image by Benjamin Thomas from Pixabay Who colors the nighttime skies? Who hangs the morning’s dawn? Somewhere between Heaven and Hell Lies the cold reality of life. A moment of chance sits in the balance. A second holds forever And forever is never long enough. Minutes turn to days as each hour passes
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Image by Oleg Gamulinskiy from Pixabay Running through the atmosphere, lost, tired and bewildered, the traveler moves to another time. Pulling aimlessly at his memory, he stands alone and lonely, watching the stars and moon fall around him. His ship filters his reality and buffers his soul from the elements that wreck his stranded
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Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay Change a world before my eyes. Change the color of the stars. Stare off into the sun and rhyme a lullaby. The cold ice drops off every word. A cool ridge climbs your mountain walls. Xanadu sits neatly in the frozen caves– a feast for
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Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay Caress the morning rain. Surrender to the moisture’s cool comfort. Expression and time moves toward continuum. The dampness erases the burdens of the soul. Pull yourself toward the heavens. Feel your skin dance so alive. Remove your outer layers. Let the wind dry your gentle hair.
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The Marvel Cinematic Universe has eclipsed anything that DC Comics has done in the movie business and Marvel’s domination has a strange deja vu quality to it. It happened before in the 1960s-70s, when Marvel overtook DC Comics as the leader of the comic book industry. And, as easy as it would be to give
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Image by Mrexentric from Pixabay Gothic sunrise sitting prone, alone– mesmerized by life’s encouragement. Water, cool and easy, reflecting the light of a still dawn. Colors, purple, blue and orange, calling from the sun. A wet mist covering the earth’s shiny coat. Mysterious morn, defender of the new day, awaking all of nature. Standing
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Black Mountains roam across the sky. The moon hides its distance shore in a bask of remembrance. A man clothed in deep blue and gray walks purposefully through the night. Steel eyed and gaunt, his pale reflection stands in contrast to his surroundings. A shallow heartbeat fills the air. It’s a small but steady
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#60s, #70s, #babyboomer, #Marvel, #MCU, #CaptainAmerica, #Comicbooks, #Comics Marvel Rules! Just like the old days, Marvel was Number 2 and then kicked DC Comics’ #$^%*&a% butt. The following link will help you follow along: Comic Books – They Never Were for Kids Our other websites: 40+& Fit Website SGC Entertainment 2 Avg. Joes
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#60s, #70s, #NFL, #Rogue, #TVcommercials, #babyboomer If you were raised in the 1960s or 1970s, you understand that the good old days were not always good, but they were fun. They were also damn rogue. The following videos will help you follow along: 1970 Tom Dempsey 63yd. Field Goal HD The Era of the Barefoot
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#marvelcomics, #DCcomics, #MarvelUniverse, #MCU, #Comicbooks Today’s Episode will discuss Marvel Comics and movies and living long enough to understand it all! Maybe? The following links will help you follow the program: True Crime: True Crime Comics (1947-48) Comic Books – They Never Were for Kids America’s Obsession with True Crime: It is Not as New
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One of the fascinating things that happen when you begin to report on “True Crime,” is that whether or not you want to admit it or not you start to become an “Armchair” profiler. Even after 30 plus years of police experience and knowing better, I can fall into the trap. So, I don’t want
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Photo by Khamkéo Vilaysing on Unsplash Do not be afraid of the dark Even if it rains, And you have no one to hold Or anyone to hold on to Do not be afraid of the dark Do not embrace the sorrow Or the “something wicked this way comes” Hold on to your triumphs Keep your dignity
Above: Vickie (left) with her dear friend, Ashley Vallette Over the years, you have the opportunity to meet many people, but only on a rare occasion do you meet someone who shares your creative flair. Vickie was one such person. She had a gift of wanting to share nature and create wonderful photography. She saw
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Photo by giuseppe Peppe on Unsplash An essay of time and water, a celebration of memory intertwined through our minds and riding a crafted sunset. Life passes easy from time to time. A colorful dream eased in to a peaceful sleep – rest assured. A sunrise quick to follow a lighted twilight. Riding the waters of forgiveness, A
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Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash When the clock reaches zero, Whisper quietly. Move in close divine. Breathe a gentle kiss- in rhythmic time. Joseph St John
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Photo by Hans-Jurgen Mager on Unsplash Sun, like water- colors are vivid, pink and green, hallow blue. The prince rides the yellow tiger. One eyed and valiant, the beast sets boldly against the sunset. Strong and vibrant, the golden man glides across the desert sand. The warm air beats hard upon his face. Lips, dry, chapped, parched for
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(Green Corn by Vincent Van Gogh) Swirling blue on canvas. Images appear vaguely through the paint. Faces through the clouds look over the field of corn green. Cypress impale the morning air Rolling hills move toward the west. A subtle movement of the brush stroke creates a slight energy of alive. An impression of reality
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Lost next to the Earth’s highway the stranger stands firm, unscathed hunting the American Night. He pulls off his shirt. The hot air breathes life on his tired skin. Abandoned, lonely, he walks defiantly across the black asphalt. A road cuts through the pale desert. Dry and angry, he counts his losses. Diamond backed and
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“Red, White and Blue” first appeared on the Vicious Cycle album by Lynyrd Skynyrd and was written by Johnny Van Zant, Donnie Van Zant, Brett Warren, and Brad Warren in 2003. It is one of my favorite songs by Skynyrd and one of my favorite songs, period. I have always loved the track and after
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Photo by Ivan Diaz on Unsplash Riding through the plains, Outlaws and Rebels locked in gold’s quest. Sunshine abandoned- Horses pull and force their way onward. Colt steel stands firm blazing a harden trail. The riders move toward the Mexican Line. They cut a path of sorrow leading to their only true goal. Widows mourn their losses. A
A little art now for the art site: Photo by Chad Peltola on Unsplash Raging through the Heartland in a cream-colored Cadillac, I saw the light’s ray illuminate the dust from my dashboard. Running through Nowhere, Midlands, I lost my innocence somewhere between Routes 85 and 95. I meet a dirt-poor farmer there who told me what he
Photo Credit: Yuichi Kageyama on Unsplash by Joseph B. St. John In the space of one morning, I saw the tiny doves fly into the sunrise. One after another, they disappeared into the brightly colored coat of the sky. Dew laid like mist on the earth’s green carpet. And the moisture made a pearl cover in the
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Growing up in the late 1960’s and 70’s, superhero comic books were a big part of my life. It was a weekly pleasure to pick up my preferred titles: Batman, Spiderman, the Fantastic Four and my personal favorite, Captain America. I loved all the superheroes, but Marvel Comics were my first choice. As a matter
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Continuing our tradition of supporting Independent music artists, SGC is proud to support Violent Vickie’s latest track. Over the past several years, SGC has made a commitment to independent artists. The number of outstanding performers that exist outside the mainstream is staggering and too large to ignore. Writers, musicians, and surrealist painters have been locked
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Long before I arrived in Columbus, MS, over 10 years ago, I had heard of Tennessee Williams. The Glass Menagerie was one of the plays I read in freshman Literature class in college. I enjoyed the play and my professor was an obvious Tennessee Williams fan. I found the play to be exciting, but I
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Welcome to the way back home Welcome to a soft afternoon’s rain Did you see the heartache? Did you see my back break? Did you see the blood race down my swollen face? And did you see the glory? Did you see my glory reign all over the place? Welcome to the Hill of Sorrow
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A Dream Within a Dream – Edgar Allen Poe Joe MacGown creates a world that balances the real with the fantastical. His artwork streams a new consciousness that is neither locked into the surrealism of Salvador Dali nor the spiritual awakenings of William Blake’s Romantic age. It stands alone, a world created by a
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Anger, envy gluttony, greed, lust, sloth, and vanity – How we love you all! How we love the sweet taste of vengeance inside your soft soul reign! Each one gives a reason for the reasons that we love – being bad with all that’s good. A mixture in our mourning, before our daily dose
By Joseph B. St. John I sat alone waiting for the fright of night to begin, alone like always in the summer’s warm charm. I stared over the concrete barricades of my fortress. Putting my wildness aside for a short moment, I let the breath fill my tired lungs. Throughout the night, I stood plastered
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We hope that you will enjoy the latest work by Thomas Reynolds, a poem entitled “Do Not.” Do not be afraid of the dark Even if it rains, And you have no one to hold Or anyone to hold on to Do not be afraid of the dark Do not embrace the sorrow
By Thomas Reynolds What does my little eye spy? The flicker of the Serpent’s tongue? Mosquitoes fluttering near the lake? A Hum? A Buzz? It is the sizzle of the night Tales as old as Antiquity Hush little baby don’t you cry By why would you want a mocking bird? Peace on earth is
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Image by wurliburli from Pixabay “They Have Arrived’ By Joseph B. St. John Lost without a trace Wandering the night time alone The spell is never broken and the sunshine never glows Waiting so patiently to devour what belongs to her She enters neither sleep nor consciousness She is holding the dark to find her
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