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		<title>Poem by Wayne Russell</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Bitter Sting The sting of this world the salt of ocean swirl flicker of light darkness descends upon us all the living the dead like a cancerous torch The flame burns awhile then is doused by death Do not weep for me the drummers snare trails off the baby cries the cycle continues. About the [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Bitter Sting<br />
</strong><br />
The sting of this world<br />
the salt of ocean swirl<br />
flicker of light<br />
darkness descends<br />
upon us all<br />
the living<br />
the dead<br />
like a cancerous<br />
torch<br />
The flame burns awhile<br />
then is doused by death<br />
Do not weep for me<br />
the drummers snare trails<br />
off<br />
the baby cries<br />
the cycle continues.</p>
<p><strong>About the Poet</strong></p>
<p><img fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" class="alignnone wp-image-37356 size-medium" src="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/36646-wayne-russell-300x300.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="300" srcset="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/36646-wayne-russell-300x300.jpg 300w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/36646-wayne-russell-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/36646-wayne-russell-150x150.jpg 150w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/36646-wayne-russell-768x769.jpg 768w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/36646-wayne-russell-60x60.jpg 60w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/36646-wayne-russell.jpg 1269w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" />Wayne Russell is or has been many things in his 48 years on this planet, he has been a creative writer, world traveler, graphic designer, former soldier, and former sailor. Wayne has been widely published in both online and hard copy creative writing magazines. From 2016-17 he also founded and edited Degenerate Literature. Just recently, the kind editors at Ariel Chart has nominated Wayne for his first Pushcart Prize for the poem Stranger in a Strange Town. &#8220;Where Angels Fear&#8221; is his debut e-book.</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2019/08/31/poem-by-wayne-russell/">Poem by Wayne Russell</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Rubicon   A world rots thus fades away and into this the new Rubicon is born upon distant shores of white sand beaches Shores once owned by God and then owned by Spanish Conquistadors. I opened my eyes and diamond tears streamed down confined into river woe. The stones lye weeping upon a bed strewn universe [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<h4><strong>Rubicon   </strong></h4>
<p>A world rots thus fades away</p>
<p>and into this the new Rubicon</p>
<p>is born upon distant shores of</p>
<p>white sand beaches<span id="more-1413"></span></p>
<p>Shores once owned by God and</p>
<p>then owned by Spanish Conquistadors.</p>
<p>I opened my eyes and diamond tears</p>
<p>streamed down confined into river woe.</p>
<p>The stones lye weeping upon a bed</p>
<p>strewn universe stripped bare and</p>
<p>there you were naked and pure.</p>
<p>A map strewn out beyond the universe</p>
<p>lay bare before the masses.</p>
<p>The lighthouse of your metaphoric rise</p>
<p>shown a death kissed and radiant bejeweled</p>
<p>light.</p>
<p>I shall soon pass come be as one with me</p>
<p>into the forest of a clear Nile vision.</p>
<h4></h4>
<h4><strong>Rock in the River  </strong></h4>
<p>the jagged rock</p>
<p>smoothed over by</p>
<p>the raging torrents</p>
<p>of such a</p>
<p>forceful river</p>
<p>an ancient river</p>
<p>that washed over it</p>
<p>for years</p>
<p>the rock lye</p>
<p>bitter and twisted</p>
<p>deformed</p>
<p>and howling out at</p>
<p>heavens gates</p>
<p>through which it</p>
<p>gazed upon madly</p>
<p>up through</p>
<p>the murky depths</p>
<p>between the blind</p>
<p>curtains of</p>
<p>a cosmos</p>
<p>smiling down</p>
<p>the life of a rock caressed</p>
<p>into smooth submission</p>
<p>beneath a multitude</p>
<p>of violet</p>
<p>phosphorous stars</p>
<p><em><strong><img decoding="async" class="alignnone wp-image-1415 size-medium" src="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/d4b41-me-1-207x300.jpg" alt="" width="207" height="300" srcset="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/d4b41-me-1-207x300.jpg 207w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/d4b41-me-1.jpg 532w" sizes="(max-width: 207px) 100vw, 207px" />Wayne Russell</strong></em> is a creative writer born and raised in Florida, and even though his travels have carried him around the world, some strange force keeps pulling him back again. Wayne has been published in Nomadic Voices Magazine, Zaira  Journal, The Bitchin&#8217; Kitschs&#8217; and others.</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2016/04/19/poems-by-wayne-russell/">Poems by Wayne Russell</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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