Categoría: poetry
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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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“Another Cup of Coffee” by Bill Tope
Three a.m. Saturday morning found the CornerDiner overflowing with customers, many merelyResting or else consuming biscuits and gravy andOther comestibles in order to counteract the prodigiousAmounts of alcohol they had consumed at the taverns.This was almost exclusively an after-bar crowd. “Hey, Donna Lee, another cup of coffee, Babe,”Growled Mick, a…
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“Walking Tree” © 2026 collaboration by Joni Caggiano and Mike Utley
“Walking Tree” © 2026 collaboration by Joni Caggiano and Mike Utley sorrow whispers, a trail of antsvapors torpid, their sting savagememories choke, a riff on my sanitynight terrors open a door; I navigate this silence is not silenceit is the groaning of eternitythe synaptic death-throes ofwhat once made me human…
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Maple Sky, Evergreen Hearts by A. Cyr
Shapeless clouds racedacross a maple sky—showers dripped from evergreens,mud splattered, leaves shifted,our cabin near Mount Adams. A breeze carried steakfrom a diner’s distant grill.I ate rare, drank dark beer—her father’s taste.I smoked on the balcony—moonlight flickered on the calm river. Gravel glowed in headlights;my mind drifted—until Carly’s starry eyespulled me…
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The Man of Few Words by Ed Ahem
There lived a man quite short of word, terse for him a tad too long, whose love was lived in snips of joy, whose hates were here and gone. He worked at best part time and slept in fits and starts. I showed this to him just now and he…
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“Por Una Cabeza:” A Hybrid Cine Poem by John RC Potter
“Birds in the Setting Sun” artwork is by the author’s god-daughter, Nisa Winter. You rode me like a weary and worn horse, then put me in the stable, dripping with sweat. Before I had much to eat, and without sleep,you took me back out to the damned racecourse. You forced…
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«Two Highballs» (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
TWO HIGHBALLS two highballsand dinnerat the asylum’swhiskey barripping daisieson the linoleumthe night nurse saysshe loves mewhile autumncarves into my youthi will savea song for youfor whom i oncescuttled my shipsrefresh my glassthere’s no applausethe bar is emptythe bandforgot the music Valencia, 27/06/2026, Francisco Bravo Cabrera
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2 Artsy Poems by John Yamrus
you can’t stareat a painting ofa naked lady for too long, withoutpeople thinkingyou’ve been staring at it fortoo long. ~~ my friend Bill James played the blues…kinda. mostly,he drank beerand smoked weed, but,everynow and thenhe played the blues. itwas the 60sand the old blues guyswere having a revival of sorts,…
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My Religion? Cat by Kusahl Poddar
The girl lifts the grey cat. Her face is now a cat’s. Life should stop here. Light should highlight only this. My religion? Cat. Or newt. If we could say. The girl and I take a detour, stroll down the lane fenced by the ruined houses and a gather that…
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3 Poems by Mary Bone
My Room in the Womb My room in the womb,Is decorated howI like it.It is warm and safe.I can move about freely.Most of all, it is full of love,given by God above. ~~ A New Day Awaits I got up at the crack of dawn,Stretching with a yawn.A rooster crowed…
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“Reap the Harvest” by Bill Tope
Emptiness. Unfilled shelves and barrencupboards stared back at me. The win-dows had been smashed in when theycouldn’t get through the door. Shards ofglass littered the muddy carpet. Not atrace of food was left, and every preciousbottle of water taken. The tap hadn’t work-ed for months, so we were left with…
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My Sister Maud by Lynn White
My Sister Maud by Lynn White I had a sister once.Her name was Maud.I never knew her,never even knew of her.No one said.Not our father, or his son,not my mother, no one.No one spoke.All were mute for Maud. She never grew old,never even grew up.And her little life became engulfed in silence.My father cried when she died,I know it nowmore than eighty years laterI know it.When there’s no one living who knew her.When there is…
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4 Poems by Carl Bernard Schwartz
WHAT A COMPARISON Justwhen itseemedthat DIY wasbecoming theNew Normal, TTM(Tend to Me) remindedus that the very young,the very old, plusinfirm of any ageneed some extrahelp just tofunctionat all. ~~ AMP UP THE GAME When our son was very young,we decided to treat him to a funexperience offered by a localpizza…
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“BLINDED BY LIGHT” by Carl Bernard Schwartz
I. OVERVIEW I am beginning to document certain phases of mylife, looking back on 77 years of having the feelingthat something was wrong or out of place, but I wasnot connected with the fortunate circumstances thatwould have enabled me to obtain an expert diagnosis.Thus far, my retrospect leads me to…
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«Smoke & Mirrors» by Karlyn Miraflor
«Smoke & Mirrors» by Karlyn Miraflor «They» will bring peace to reconstruct humanity.Misleading promises running hearts of the millions wanting to belong in a «community» that steer wrong.Adoration mistaken for patriotismInsanity at extremes, «we» bleed while «they» make fool of «us» once more. Empty pockets of seedless labor «we» learn…
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The Wrong Heaven by Kushal Poddar
This heaven, the other one, not the one you thought you would be sucked into, wants your eternal time to build the fence everyone dead has been erecting; some say its length measures infinity, albeit one insider whispers, «It keeps heaven from heaven; it separates the absolute and the peace.»…
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