Etiqueta: poetry
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The Innocence of The Waterlilies by kushal Poddar
The waterlilies have been fascinating him since the days before he began painting or inhaled Monet. . He tells me that. We stand in the pond’s desert. An October moon searches for us. We hide our innocence from its beams. The shrubs bleed us, make us pale. . He fails…
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“Noon” by Yongbo Ma
All the gods of this world are restingthe sky has sucked in all soundsand turned perfectly bright On such a silent noon, looking up in a dark dwellinglike someone waiting for a miraclesitting at the half-bright, half-dark doorway Behind are the furniture in the dark, clumsy old beastswhere light dies…
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Featuring “Advice and Other Absurdities for My Daughter” by Tom Formaro
Tom Formaro’s poetry takes random and intentional thoughts, glances and ear shots, and torques them until some sense of motion emerges. What occurs in this collection is “advice” that is unstable, open, and resonates in multiple directions at once. Surprises from poem to poem, line to line, and word to…
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«Two Highballs» (poetry by FBC)
TWO HIGHBALLS Two highballs at the tepee barsuspended over hungry halibutsand starfish.Names and dates,and dollar bills on rotting wood,around an image of Popeyegiving us the finger.Playing “she loves me, she loves me not”with the water spots on empty glasses,she then wipes the counter with a humid towel. Empty glass,signal for…
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“Coming Out, Circa 1973” by Bill Tope
It was Sunday, at daybreak, and 19-year-oldDenise walked up to her father as he stoodon the bank of the pond on the west end oftheir property. She hesitated as he cast a lineinto the water. “Dad,” she said, “can I tell you something?”As he reeled in his line, he looked…
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Calloused Hands, Open Heart by Scarlet Rose
Calloused Hands, Open Heart by Scarlet Rose calloused hands, broken fingernails,blistered soles, brittle bones,forgotten days, buried time,lost laughter, smudged smiles. spring fragrances bloom;summer waves dance;autumn foliage fade;winter lullabies whistles. morning sunbeams tease the warmth within;hummingbirds sing of better days ahead;oak trees sway of graceful endurance;snowdrops breathe of the promise of…
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“Whiskey Holland” by John Yamrus
Whiskey Holland isthe nameshe goes by now, andshe has anice little placeon 2nd Street, behind Taylor’s Garage, andshe dancesthe late shiftat Legs and Eggsout on the highway andshe’s mostly happy with her life these days, but,every now and then,when she has too much time to herself, she getsa little bit…
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In April by Gerald Yelle
She finds the missing crocus by the rivernear the monumentin the grass by the arborin the shade by the water’s edge.On a morning in Mayshe finds cinquefoil and violetsby the message board by Saint Anne deBeaupre near the intersectionof Suffolk and Appleton.In June lilacs hover by orchidsby the Soldier’s Homeby…
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Lays chips by Christina Chin
new mini market— roaming the ice cream and cheese aisles . Lays chips at the check out counter football season . wrestling match a pound of pistachios and dark chocolates ~ Christina Chin
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“A Poem A Day…” by H.L. Dowless
Writing a poem a day might wind up killing me.It causes my legs and hands to tingle,While my shotty eyes strain to see,Shifting in and out from clear to blurryAs my head buzzes, tweets, and jingles.This story is such a perplexing mystery. I’ve tried to quit my addictionBut I can’t.I…
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Treating Literary Abrasions by Gerry Fabian
Falling into the word wall with bracing left arm sliding against the stinging stucco, I regain balance. Raw bloody novel nerve endings and fragments of peeling skin like ripping pages ignite errata pain receptors. . Later – First aid kit in hand and opened- tweezer ugly red skin fragments. Rub…
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Once by Lynn White
Once by Lynn White Once I was whole.Complete.Unbroken.Once I breathedair.Once I walked.I spoke,I smiled,I looked sad.Yes,once I had feelings.And then,my sadness was selected.Chosenand frozen in its beauty.And then,the rest of me decayed,vanished,returned to dust.And noweven the effigy is broken,the marble decaying.Only sadness remains.And soon,even thatwill join mein the dust. First…
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4 Poems by Carl Bernard Schwartz
Haibun Book Review: Robert Heinlein’s Stranger in a Strange Land While in elementary school, I regularly visited the small library branch nearby to check out and read science fiction books, many written by Robert Heinlein. On one occasion, I picked up another book by Heinlein, and this one put me,…
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“The Nearby Hand” by Yongbo Ma
That hand lurking in the dim shadedaughter of shadowsigns its name upon a letterwhat does it stand for?love? Scheme, or bitter hatred follow it, and you reach a slender armits skin must taste sour and coldbringing back the morning rainand winds wandering across distant meadows White steeds outside the window,…
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“Beth, Circa 1970” by Bill Tope
It was late December, and the dulcettones of Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic”played softly on the massive stereospeakers as a gaggle of hippies sprawledacross the living room. They sat in chairs,reposed atop the three giant sofas andclustered along the floor in little groups.Huge, fragrant candles flickered off ofblacklight posters and…
