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INSIDE THE HUMAN HEART
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
If we could put love on a slide and study it the way we do the cells of tissue, find a clue to what exactly beats inside the human heart, we&rsq..
ROLL OUT THE TEARS
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
Deceit dissolves a heart forever. Once lovers, now strangers, each on the other side of the friend-and-foe divide. Roll out the tears! No t..
ABDUCTION
A Story by
Salvatore Buttaci
I’ll tell it short, leave out flowers and music ‘cause there ain’t none. They pick me up on the same stretch of dirt road them s..
BLOOD OATH
A Story by
Salvatore Buttaci
“I write horrors with my own blood, not ink. In time I’ll run out of ideas.” Thus spake Zaranutso. We all figured something ..
THE NEED FOR A JUST HEALTHCARE SYSTEM
A Story by
Salvatore Buttaci
The issue of healthcare in a altruistic society is a rallying cry for citizens to band together for the good of all. A society that believes in the ..
Cameo: CLOWN
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
He smiles But beneath the paint Where a clown keeps sorrow hidden He may weep And yet for the children who come To laugh at his comic antics N..
Haiku: SHARKS
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
Not content with blue It attunes itself to red White killer shark #
DRACULA�S HALLOWEEN DILEMMA
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
the sun’s gone down but Dracula cannot come out to play this Halloween. Transylvania sleeps soundly tonight while the uptight count lies tr..
CLAIMS OF WEREWOLF AND VAMPIRE
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
For a friend I’d take a silver bullet Let them put me Where all along I should have stayed Deep in dirt Blind to full moons Deaf to how..
Cameo: TROUT
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
my first encounter with fish (those in water, not served on plates) saddened me, not because I couldn’t catch one, (I did) but those two ..
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