Categoría: poetry
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Fast Water Blues by Edward Ahern
Some decades ago, on the Exploits River in Newfoundland I was fly fishing for Atlantic salmon, my guide a local who’d befriended me, telling of his FM fishing show and letting me meet the tolerant woman who lived with him. He was a man of enthusiasms, vulnerably open and uncritical,…
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Ann Glover by Lynn White
It was a long way from the green fields and boggy moss to the tropical heat of Barbados where the ship took them, those Irish peasants, as seeped in idolatry as their homeland was in rain, or that’s what the masters said so far as she understood their language as…
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‘I am done’ is Enough by Kritika
‘I am done’ is Enough by Kritika How should I say when I am done‘I am done’ is enoughEnough! Do you get the meaning?I crave for food, the outside is not my styleI crave for warmth, the outside is fragileUnfold now the treasureMy legs are weary of the rosesThorns are…
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Floating by Wayne F. Burke
Flying through winter sky, the airplane pilot a funny guy: “who wants to stop in Aruba?” he asks. “Before we reach Vermont?” He and I moving along at 600 mph jouncing, engines humming; I wake with chin on my chest; a chick next to me has a silver snake around…
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Featuring Joni Caggiano
(«Rumor»/Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved) Rumor Damage rumor is a spineless seed dipped in fertile shadow dirtthat multiplies and causes pain and unexpected hurt silence, a bed partner that takes but never gives backas a man tells a buddy how easy he got her in the sack black spots jump…
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«Questions Unanswered» by Zewaye
«Questions Unanswered» by Zewaye Why do I hear the sound of frightened birds chirpingbut look around and see no hunter?Why do I hear my phone ringeven though I know there’s no one who cares enough to call?Why do I hear voices around meeven when I’m the only one in this dark…
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Bus journey by Christina Chin & Jerome Berglund
Christina Chin (plain) Jerome Berglund (italic) sleeping through the cross country bus journey all the headlight hues varying brightnesses spilled desserts the pest note no longer works the creek rises trumpeter swan peaceable, capable of great violence her pencil draws a fence
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«Hidden Demons» by Mary Grace Amores Rojo
«Hidden Demons» by Mary Grace Amores Rojo I feel nauseous whenever i see you.Reminiscing those wonderful moments that we’ve gone through.It crushes my soul knowing that you feel nothing,Those spiteful words that meant everything. Every time I see you, my whole gut starts churning,My nerves tremble, afraid I’ll lose myself again.I’m trying…
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Introducing the Beautiful Poetry of Vijay Verma (Editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
Conversation with my Pen I was searching for my pen one evening,when I found her resting quietlybetween the pages of my diary. She seemed shy as I held her,so I asked with a curious smile:“Tell me, what is the differencebetween you and me?” She looked at me,smiled faintly,and whispered: **“I…
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«O’ memories of You» by Precious Magdaleno
«O’ memories of You» by Precious Magdaleno Here I am again,burning in blue flames between each page of you, O’ memories of you,I can’t breathe in this gloom,O’ memories of you,I danced in the murky thoughts of this sensation,O’ memories of you,Tears hide behind my eyes,You instilled a sense of longing…
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Featuring the Poetry of C. J. Anderson Wu – (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
IN YOUR EYES, I SEE In your eyes, bro, I see anger, despair, and determination.But please. Please do not approach the line any more. I don’t want to confront you with my baton. I don’t want to see you hurt by pepper spray. I don’t want to report to my…
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«Vast Ocean» by Danna Garbida
Vast Ocean by Danna Garbida I’m in the middle of saving myselfin the vast ocean.Somewhere to be foundCrying out loudFighting for my life in the high tides.Holding myself to keep pushing and swimming.I know I can,I know from me that I can do it alone.I know that I can save…
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Scatological Cargo Cult by Walter Bargen
1 Looking at the grocery’s empty shelves, he says, If you want to measure I.Q. Start with the baseline 140 then subtract The number of rolls of toilet paper That are in your house. We stand aside To watch grocery carts push past Overflowing with nothing but the softest coin…
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«The Moon and The Starless Sky» by Maria Michaela
The Moon and The Starless Sky by Maria Michaela the moon is out, it shines bright but the stars aren’t out tonight the starless sky makes the moon look so lonely yet I can’t help but feel that it’s proud it has the whole sky, the whole stage, all to…
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My soul by Bharath Upendra
Oh, how I longed for thy touch, Rot of my soul! In yesteryear’s night, Tarnished, I slit my wrists to leave a trail A ritual thread, a call, a hopeless wail. That thou might catch my suffocating breath, And trace the scent of looming death. Yet there thou art entangled…
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«Where Do Guardian Angels Come From?» By Minette Aralar
Where Do Guardian Angels Come From?By Minette Aralar I wonder, as I walk on the sidewalk of the busy road of Ortigas Avenue one morning,With the intermittent honking of vehicles in my earsDo guardian angels fly by, hovering around unseen? Do they precipitously guide the elderly peeps,As they cross the…
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