Categoría: poetry
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Teeth by Kushal Poddar
The old woman, all teeth, bares their health, and mouths the word, ‘crazy’ between the bites. The meat looks perfect, her husband pale. He sounds insane too when he claims to be alive. We stand and sit, already late. The food can be tagged as leftovers. The guests have left,…
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“if” by John Yamrus
if heor she ortheyor them or it speaksto your heart, takeit homeand keep it. everything elseis a great big waste of time.
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5 Poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Stone by stone The bird drinks the streamSip by sip The bird drinks the whole streamDrop by drop The bird drinks silenceSilence by silence The bird drinks timeGrain by grain The bird drinks God’s handsEternity by eternityDrinks innocence ~~ Earth earth falls out of the stomachmilk diluted with mothballsmilk bleached…
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“he was afraid…” by John Yamrus
he was afraid… afraidof dark things, strange things, dangerous things, difficultand deep things, andmost of allhe was afraid of her, and thatwas the best thing ever.
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The Bouquet of Poems by Tony Ashenden
A poem unlike versifying couplets, slips, dips, rolls, and unfolds, unpredictably uprooting templates you make, and persist to remake supporting your church like ideas. It has a bouquet redolent of beeswax, easily hidden by the honeyed words siren voiced ambition makes; ever turning its…
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Featuring “it’s not what you think” by John Yamrus
Author’s Thoughts It’s Saturday here in Sinking Spring, and I’ve got yet another book coming out. I’ve been on a bit of a roll lately, with this being my 6th new book in the last 2 years and my (good God, I can’t believe it) 46th since the first one…
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Of Illusions and Illumination by Scott Outlar
I am an honest broker broken in my missteps so sorry, truly I’ve lost the plot a few times through the seasons but get back up and fight the righteous good intentions and all (seeing) die on crosses and silver platters for an excused escape route or better yet an…
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BURKA by Uchechukwu Onyedikam
Walking the streets of empty night drunk on dreams with a head stuffed up with sleep — peeling of the burka off. I want to see tomorrow in the morning of my wake where I don’t have to veil my eyes and pretend to be awake. This too is me…
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Aftermath
Aftermath How can it be that someoneI don’t see,only thinkabout sometimes,but never contact,or try to,leaves such a gap,in their final leaving. My life has not been changed.All is the same.So why the difference nowthat you’re really in the past,when you were already part of my pastand not of my future.…
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Endless Solitary Campfires by Paul Tristram
Confusion… and everything seems to belong in brackets these days… except me and my shadow. When ‘Comfort’ becomes a foreign currency and you’re Abyss-stuck … castaway… no signal fire, and way past the point of being able to imagine ever getting ‘Rescued’… because this is NO movie, or story… it’s…
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“the only thing” by John Yamrus
the only thing awriterreally has isa usable past andthe timeto put it to use.
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he knew her as Nancy, by John Yamrus
but, she reminded him of Jane, so, just to be safe, he called her Debbie, and at the end of the day, it really didn’t matter, because he only saw her once, and that was the summer he turned seventeen, and he knew as sure as Shakespeare did, that all…
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Different Kinds of Art: Meet Artist & Poet Ken Tomaro
Today, I’m delighted to introduce you to artist and poet Ken Tomaro. I met Ken through fellow LatinosUSA editor, Nolcha Fox. Ken and Nolcha co-authored a delightful book, Seesaw: Quirky Poems. I’ve included my review of this book at the end of this post. Welcome Ken Tomaro Tell us a…
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Poems With Cracks by Lynn White
Death of Empathy When empathy diedthe soldiers could dancein the streets they’d crackedwearing the underwear of the womenwhose homes they had destroyed.And dance they did with pride. When empathy was deadthe soldiers could take children’s toysfrom the rubble of their bombed homesand repurpose them as tank trophiesmascots to be flaunted…
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«The Heart’s Meadow» by Scarlet Rose
«The Heart’s Meadow» by Scarlet Rose scents of verdant hues and blossoms, her perfume,melodies of tailorbirds, her soundtrack,gentle caresses of the breeze, her best friends,the tranquil meadows, her sanctuary to this day. in the arms of the meadows, she couldshout her sorrows to the whispering wind,cry her frustrations to the…
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Two Poems by Pat Alderman (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
A POEM FOR THE THIRD OF JULY ‘Twas the Night before the Fourthand all through the White HouseTrump was raving on Truth SocialMuch louder than a MouseThat it was his way of the highwayNo detours in siteHe was forever electedStarting that nightHow did your democracyGet into this bindYou had to…
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