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  • Rosendo Makabali @11:39PM, 2016-08-05
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    Sixty , Months 

    Sixty Months

  • Spread @6:53AM, 2016-07-21
    Tags: ache, arabella proffer, Harry Bertoia, Hirotoshi Itoh, Igor Kovalyov, James Sebor, Jerry Vilhotti, Johnny Martyr, , M.A. Littler, Maskull Lasserre, Mike Olbinski, Rosendo M Makabali, Sergio Bissoli, , spread #19, Susanna Bauer,   

    Spread #19 now out! 

    ACHE is a stake to the heart and a drill to the mind, bombarded with renegade and experimental art and lit by Susanna Bauer, Harry Bertoia, Sergio Bissoli, Hirotoshi Itoh, Igor Kovalyov, Maskull Lasserre, M.A. Littler, Rosendo M Makabali, Johnny Martyr, Mike Olbinski, Arabella Proffer, James Sebor, Titus Toledo, Jerry Vilhotti, Kurt Vonnegut….

    *here for spread#19 (ache)


  • Rosendo Makabali @3:59PM, 2014-08-24
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    This much I know, zero obliterates
    Everything multiplied by it

    Now this I try to get, the bold subject
    Of eternity to manipulate

    This to me is new, a stone’s throw’s
    Aspiration to arrive someplace

    Getting there without her
    And yet full of her

    What obtains in saving changes
    In the procession of stasis

    “The Imperial March” is handily
    Ambient to death of stars

    “She loves me, she loves me not”
    Regardless that I love her so

    • (c) Rosendo Makabali
  • Rosendo Makabali @2:33PM, 2014-08-08
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    Poet, let it be as clear as the first page
    Telling its story before the clutter or
    Glitter, if it ever gets to that, of words

    Dreamer, it does not have to make sense
    Only will it the way you mean it when awake
    And then always, always, see that all is gold

    Lover, snap out of it; go back to where once
    The heart minded its own, back to where the mind
    Had the heart to contain the shape of things whole

    Poet, dreamer, lover—commit if it matters
    Omit if you must. Sing, sing, sing, until
    It is a sin; but sing, only sing, just sing

    Chances are you might falter, grope, and break
    Let not the notes just pass by, that are true and great

    • (c) Rosendo Makabali
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