Death of a Dandelion The day I died was not just one day. It was a year, maybe two, maybe three – It was slow. It was painful And it went unnoticed. The sun still rose. The day I died, I did not go coughing. There was no sobbing, no wheezing, I did not die...
Body Buried Body burned into a wooden box Or maybe gently paced into a casket; Dug just a bit too high underground. Dressed in a last pair of clothes; Hands to chest – A lonely name ground into pink marbled stone; Settled under the next available lot – The leaves from...
Taking Another Fall by Stephen Poleskie Columnist At the end of my previous column I had implied that I might write about some of my other falls in the next issue. At the time I did not know that this was going to be Ragazine’s final issue. I thought to...
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The name Ragazine was coined in the mid-’70s in Columbus, Ohio, as the title of an alternative newspaper/magazine put together by a group of friends. It was revived in 2004 as ragazine.cc, the on-line magazine of arts, information and entertainment, a collaboration of artists, writers, poets, photographers, travelers and interested others. And that’s what it still is.
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