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  E.J. Antonio
E.J. Antonio was born in New York City and raised in Spanish and Central Harlem until her mid-teens, when her family moved to the Soundview area of the Bronx. She attended New York City's High School of Music and Art as an art major. She received a Bachelor of Arts degree from Fordham University and a M.B.A. from the New York Institute of Technology.

     After several years in the workforce, she tried her hand at photography as a hobby and often competed in photo club competitions. She also sings solo a cappella during communion at her church on Sunday mornings. Inspired by an outgoing friend who reminded her that there is more to life than work and family demands, she began writing poetry five years ago. When asked what inspires her to write E.J.'s answer was simply, "Basically I'm a storyteller, and I think it is important to record what we see and how we see it." ...
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An Eastern Field
by Jaffa Forbes
the princess
by tri n tran
Liberty Bell
by Blis
the long journey into morning
by tri n tran
Mud Castles
by Monique
Silencing the Orchids
by Pisces Halcyon
THE RUSE OF FIDEL CASTRO RUZ
by José Chavin Presser
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You Are the Water

I write to feed my soul. I like to go to another place that I cannot physically touch. When I write, I have the chance to explore another realm of existence. I place myself in another person's shoes and I try to see the world through their eyes. I started writing poetry and music at 10 and it was out of the desire to speak out.
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Tian Tan Buddha

Serene majesty rests atop
lotus flower throne.
His bronze elegance
adorns the Lantau sky.
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July 23rd, 2008
 
 
The Daily Haiku
from deep within
the peony pistils -- withdrawing
regretfully the bee

- by Matsuo Basho
The Daily Poem
She Has Hurt Me Hiding In The Shadows
She has hurt me hiding in the shadows,
Sealing her betrayal with a kiss.
She surrounded my neck with her arms and
She left my heart in cold blood behind my back.

And she follows her road,
Happy, smiling, dauntless, and why?
Because it doesn?t sprout blood from the wound,
Because the died is standing up.

- by Gustavo A. Becque
 
   
 
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