Categoría: poetry
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Welcome to Babo’s by Gerald Yelle
Where the bread’s as fresh as your mouth. The sign said “We’re open but if you have a cough you can’t come in.” Another said “Don’t ride it like a cowboy. Use the glove instead” and pointed to a box on the bench by the door. Aside from that and…
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Abandoning A Chair On the Pavement by kushal Poddar
In warming East the half light floats up. In light darkness I carry the heft of my father’s termite ridden chair. I aim to leave it at the far end of the lane. My hands quiver as if not as if, in certainty, I feel the heat of the shame.…
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«Lies» by Friscia Magbanua
«Lies» by Friscia Magbanua Everything feels intact in our bones..Love is our tragedy and hope becomes our formality. I felt you with every corner of my dreams but none of it is making any sense. Am I working in your heart?Because you made everything feel like an obligation. Tell me…
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My Neighbor Across The Street by Karima Hoisan
She had that vibration… that made cats want to sit in her lap. When she floated through her house, the walls shimmered and the floors shined. No one could put their finger on what it was, but at her dinner parties, no one ever added salt; they never added pepper;…
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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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«Fantasy» by Arshein Deticio
«Fantasy» by Arshein Deticio Living in what-ifs is living a thousand lies,A falsehood we keep, a hopeful truth we cling to with closed eyes.Holding onto could-have-beens, a traitor to our own hearts.A bait in an innocent field of daisies, an alluring, wanna-be-flawless rose it is. What-ifs are lies of our…
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Autumn–winter Serene by Nicole Sara
How do I colorserenity,what hues do I giveits fine wings,and how do I paint its soft pulse, the peaceful murmur it brings? How do I drawits sweet heart,and where do I pourits sweet essencewhen the seed of its miracle soul sprouts like a mystery presence? What do I callits deep…
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«Seedtime and Harvest» by Alexis Araneta
«Seedtime and Harvest» by Alexis Araneta I am a verdant rainforest Where trees deftly learnTo, one day, kiss the sky Moss slowly grows on my feetFrom past worlds and realms Where I treaded, I leapt, I pirouettedBlooms of vermilion and magenta Unfold to taste a morsel of sun As I hum a harmony, an innate rhythm But…
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Ameliorate by Paul Tristram
I (still) salute your Arrival into my (chaotic) Life … with both Euphoria and Amazement. ‘They’ are not for Us, I’m merely laying ‘Mines’ … you’ll understand, later. You are freshly-laid egg-warmth to my Heart… and the Nest of our Embrace … translates ‘Ferocity’ into ‘Delicate Tenderness’. “I give, I…
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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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