Joe Malgeri

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“BEHOLD LOST POETRY – Part Four” by Joe Malgeri

As previously mentioned: Consistently for over two decades my Aunt Sophie annually attended “The Lily-Dale, Upstate NY, Psychic Medium Community.” To celebrate my twenty-first birthday, my Aunt Sophie invited me, her Nephew Patrick, along as her travel companion.   During our first two days there we observed the parapsychologist, Doctor Tarz, being an avatar for Kahlil Gibran and Frank Zappa. During our third day, our psychic instructor became an avatar for Rudyard Kipling, followed by attempting to guide ...

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“BEHOLD LOST POETRY – Part Three ” by Joe Malgeri

As previously mentioned: Consistently for over two decades my Aunt Sophie annually attended “The Lily-Dale, Upstate NY, Psychic Medium Community.” To celebrate my twenty-first birthday, my Aunt Sophie decided to invite me, her Nephew Patrick, along as her travel companion.   On our first day there, my Aunt Sophie and I observed the parapsychologist, Doctor Tarz, being an avatar for Kahlil Gibran. On our second day, she was an avatar for Frank Zappa. On our third day there, everything changed. Upon entering...

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“BEHOLD LOST POETRY – Part Two ” by Joe Malgeri

As previously mentioned: Consistently for over two decades my Aunt Sophie annually attended “The Lily-Dale, Upstate NY, Psychic Medium Community.” To celebrate my twenty-first birthday, my Aunt Sophie decided to invite me, her Nephew Patrick, along as her travel companion.    On our first day there, my Aunt Sophie and I observed the parapsychologist, Doctor Tarz, being an avatar for Kahlil Gibran. While i...

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“BEHOLD LOST POETRY” by Joe Malgeri

Consistently for over two decades my Aunt Sophie annually attended “The Lily-Dale, Upstate NY, Psychic Medium Community.” To celebrate my twenty-first birthday, my Aunt Sophie decided to invite me, her Nephew Patrick, along as her travel companion.    The bus ride from Pittsburgh, PA took approximately three hours. Upon our arrival at 10:45 pm, our adjacent rooms were a pleasant sight for our tired bodies...

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“What You Think About, You Bring About” by Joe Malgeri

(Story contains R rated lampooning)I was once a well-established cartoonist in my town’s local newspaper. Yet, to avoid any possible liability, I’m not at liberty to divulge the newspaper’s name. However, throughout my time working for this newspaper, my life ran exceptionally well. In fact, I can honesty say my life, during this period, was absolutely wonderful. But then, the day after my grandmother purchased a brand-new double-barrel shotgun, my luck drastically changed.   You see, my grandmother...

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“It Was The Worst Of Times, It Was The Best Of Times” by Joe Malgeri

   “Boy, oh boy,” I asked myself, “is that an original title, or what?”   “Why, truthfully speaking, it most certainly is, Justin,” I modestly answered myself.   “And, as you know,” I humbly added, “I actually wrote this title before 1859. But that damn sneaky, so-called writer, Charles Dickens, had stolen it from me and used it as the first line in his ‘A Tale of Two Cities,’ which is why I had to now reverse its original order.” &nbsp...

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“THE SOPRANSKIS” by Joe Malgeri

Call me Bashquawleen Guadeloupe Boobelinski.I was born in Central Europe, on April 1st, 1943. When I was two years old, my family, in pursuit of a better life, moved to Newark, New Jersey, USA. During this time, my parents, like most immigrants in those days, struggled to make ends meet. My dad shined shoes, and my mother was a seamstress. Yet, at the age of eight, which was after my family had lived in the USA for a good six years, I eagerly entered kindergarten...

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“Byron Wins The Lottery” by Joe Malgeri

After class had ended, I strolled out into the student parking lot. However, a foreboding sight had caused me to halt dead in my tracks. There, leaning up against the rear of a black stretch limousine, stood Byron.    Byron Jacobson, as I remembered him, was an impoverished, good natured, easygoing and down to earth, nerdy, yet simply minded kind of guy, who came from a very poor family. Although presently, for some unknown reason, everything about him seemed different, in fact, he appeared to have change...

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“NO TURN ON FRED” by Joe Malgeri

CW: themes of mental health and sexual violenceEach street sign had originally read the words, “No Turn On Red.” But, after I had finished with these signs, each one of them then read the words, “No Turn On Fred.” However, after a full year of my getting away with painting the letter “F” upon hundreds of street signs, a police officer had finally caught me right in the act.   One week following my arrest, while in court, the judge had asked me, “Why would a thirty-eight year old man do such a childi...

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“The Ayahuasca Out Of Body Experience” by Joe Malgeri

CW: drug use, mental healthI cannot explain why I had such a strong gut feeling, but I’m very glad that I trusted my intuition and had participated in what my friend, Steven, had claimed would be the most exhilarating, enlightening, and mind-expanding experience of my entire life.   The event, which I speak of, had occurred a couple of months ago after my friend Steven had returned from an extensive vacation in Peru, where he spent time socializing with numerous indigenous people, such as the Urarin...

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“MERRY CHRISTMAS, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR” by Joe Malgeri

Becky, after sleeping upon the couch, had now emerged from her stupefied slumber. As she slowly entered our bedroom, her inquisitive voice had unavoidably awakened me:    “Oh, Christopher, are you asleep?”   “Yes, I am, Becky, as a matter of fact, I’m sound asleep. But I bet you’re only asking me this because you don’t want to wake me up, right?”   “Yes, Chris, that’s right, and since you’re ‘sound asleep,’ you won’t mind if I help myse...

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“My Hell-Plane Excursion” by Joe Malgeri

Everything was ready for the ritual, everything, but with one exception, me! For some time now, longer than I’d care to admit, my life has been a perpetual juggling act, an endlessly balancing, teetering pendulum, swinging between life and death, regulated by an all-consuming dreadful fear of sleep. Night after night I’m either fighting to stay awake, or gorging myself with powerful sedatives, intent upon numbing myself comatose, using whatever means necessary to get me through the night. Pills usually put me either in a coma-like state t...

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“SPIRITUAL JOURNEY, OR DREAM?” by Joe Malgeri

   One night after going to bed early, it was rare form, but I had fallen asleep practically instantaneously. I slept soundly, but then at around 4:00am a bright light shining on my closed eyelids had caused me to awaken. Upon opening my eyes, I found this bright light radiating from the spirit of a little girl standing alongside my bed. She appeared to be approximately seven years old, had on a blue dress with white lace trimming, a white hair-band in her long medium brown hair, and wore white knee-socks with...

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“Mr. Carter’s Decapitation” by Joe Malgeri

Although it happened many years ago, I remember it like it was yesterday; in fact, I can vividly recall the entire incident. The following is my own interpretation and clarification of Mr. Byron Carter’s fatal, freak automobile accident! Behold:    It was during a hot summer day in the year of 1985 when my car had unexpectedly died, as a result, I began hitchhiking home. It wasn’t long before a couple, who appeared to be in their mid sixties, stopped to pick me up. The driver had quickly introduced hi...

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“The Welcoming” by Joe Malgeri

I was in a dreamlike state. Words appeared before my very eyes. Sentences sailed on endlessly through the air, but still, I never flinched, or at least not until the surrounding solid walls began breathing. Yet, I just could not believe all the beautiful colors. It felt as if I was in a wonderland. Then suddenly, my hands began pulsating and glowing, while at the same time all that was tangible moved, and all that was audible echoed.   While turning over to lie upon my ba...

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Hopefully someday they’ll offer the Golden Raspberry Awards on this site. In my eyes winning that would be the ultimate honor. I’d walk with my head held high and swelled with pride, if only I could say: “Hey, I'm the best at being the worst writer on here!” https://www.bandmix.com/jamuniverse/