Categoría: poetry
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WE CROUCH LIKE DUMB MIRACLES AT THE EDGE WAITING FOR FLIGHT by Clive Donovan
The pond is frozen over with ice stars. When I look them up on my new iPhone 16, fleece pajamas for the grandkids pop up instead. It’s nearly Christmas, stick season. Small dark birds I can’t identify forage near the stone wall and the footprints in crusty snow left when…
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Tourists by Joanne Durham
All month we float in a Matisse painting,no matter a thousand miles from his easel,on the balcony of our apartment in Sesimbra watching the promenade of womenwith linked elbows and kids jumpingon the wooden wall that tames the ocean’s reach. A decade after our first visit, we sipPortuguese wine, a bottle never…
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«Why do Lonely Old Ladies Talk to Themselves?» by Ann Christine Tabaka
Leaves float down one by onecarpeting the forest floor.I can’t remember where I put my thoughtsas inspiration falters. There is no one here to talk toso I converse with the sky,asking why everything has changed. Why does the warbler have to leave?Why does it have to be so cold?Where has…
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«Drowning Girl» by Jorge López Llorente
After Roy Lichtenstein A typical gasp.The reverb of a dampened cry, perhaps justa whisper to the blank sky unseen above:I’d rather sink… With hair colored Klein bluish;with hushed open lips not finished yet, folded inruby origami, closed off from the ocean’sexpanse; with closed eyes, nervous fingers.An unfelt wreckage,an «I don’t…
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BIRTH by Andromachi Benekou
On the small island Earth,thousands of young storksgo to sea; they arrive running.With evening sky,our home destination,they flutter a nest, they do!On the small island Earth, a child arriveson God’s path.He lets out his first cry,joy of anticipation.He shines like a white carnation.We all set up a dancein our own…
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Uprooted by Dr Santosh Bakaya
I saw a man hunched, fingers bunched, and eyes scrunched, frantically hunting for his lost home. Where were his roots? Had he tumbled into anonymity? He looked ruefully at his muddy boots, his heart aching, recalling the notes of the love- ditty he used to sing with his beloved under…
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«his poems» by John Yamrus
his poems alwaystried to tacklethe “big issues”… Death,Life, Love, Good, Evil… all theusual stuffthat needs to bespelled with a capital letter. his onlyother goal in lifewas to one day be The Village Idiot. the poems tried hard,but never quitehit the mark. but, afterhe married Betty,she told him (every day of…
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«First Loves» by Phil Repko
First loves: they burnedand seared a markthat tingleswhen the weather turns –The greyer clouds,foreboding cold,or even steamy roundsof heatmight make me scratcha distant, misty itch. So now, dressed in my dotage,with my better lovesin permanent attendancethrough the best and worstof seasons,I’m glad my fingernailscan tend that scar –with sweet dismissal,as…
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I think I’m in love with the guy at Dunkin by Melissa Lemay
I think I’m in love with the guy at Dunkin’. I mean, I think I could be. He knows me by name, he knows how I like my latte. Whenever I pull upto the drive thru my heart skips a beatif he’s there. I feel my cheeks…
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Dancing with Mother by Yongbo Ma
She places my feet on top of her feet in plastic sandalsI am small, looking up at herwe both laugh, spin round and roundunaware that the music has long ceased.I see tiny beads of sweat glistening on her noseher cool skirt lightly brushes against my nosewith each turn, I grow…
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«Presto» by Harrison Fisher
After ten generations of magicianspulled fifteen times as manygenerations of rabbitsout of hats, rabbits can now do this on their own,popping up in places unexpectedeven to them. Even so, they’re now rare enoughin my city neighborhoodthat seeing one on my blockis a bit remarkable, like suddenly spying a fairy or…
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«Fragile Flesh and Open Eyes» by Myrtle Thomas
with autumn also comes wintereach one is a gift from abovemy life began in the shades of autumnleaves …..I can’t recall the sightnor the smell of such a beautiful dayor the sight and feel of the moonlighton my fragile flesh. sometimes we neglect to embracethe hours that are ours in…
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“even” by John Yamrus and Janne Karlsson
In a career spanning more than 50 years as a working writer, John Yamrus has published 39 books. He has also had more than 3,000 poems published in magazines and anthologies around the world. A number of his books and poems are taught in college and university courses. He is…
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“Going Wild” by Nolcha Fox
The art of lawn is not my style,I’m not concerned with trimmed and green.Dandelions delight the bees.Let puff and fluff float through the air.Flower seeds borne by the windcan plant themselves wherever they dare.If grass is color of sick hay,I say let’s take the whole lawn out.Put in some native…
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«I Am the Coin that Falls Between the Cracks» by Michael L. Utley
parts of me have diedthat no one will ever knownor will ever mournand why should theyI am just a remnant of myselfwrit small among the vagaries of life I am the coin that falls between the cracksthe sub-aural hum of power linesthe mote-specked silence of barn loftsthe dull glint of…
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«THREE WATERFALLS» by Ray Whitaker
Seeing them in winter, frozen mostlya long white cascaded soft shapeis entirely different from the summer mountainsidewhen the strength of the water tumblingdown the fourteen-hundred-foot peakbrings the feelings the wetness home.That moisture becomes as thoughtsthose moving almost dreamlikethru the synapses of the brainas the water cascades, becoming image after imagethe…
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