Poetry
Blank Page with Black Muse
She lies upon the sheets and bifurcates the whiteness with the sheer black of her body the heaving of her body
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Poetry
Playing Well
Now how smooth is that, I say, wrapping my hands around her, placing the apron gently over her head as she chops onions
Poetry
Your Cracked Mug Eating Glue
I’m down there, sexy as a pear, Grasping the stems of my ankles, When signs of war Static from your potato radio.
Poetry
Padre
Words rolled forth like the splendid carpet he walked on. Citizens gazed ahead Their hearts twist, Tortured to not break the spell
Poetry
Terminal
I have no use for the daily news, wasting away the protracted minutes, waiting for the triumph of diagnosis.
Poetry
Vincent Van Gogh’s Shoes
No pretensions here. No ornamentation of high art. No gods or kings, No nymphs or castles.
Poetry
All Through Mind
You can start at the memories Of putting on your dad’s shirts Pretending to be a detective
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More Shores
Is that Samisen, the swish of geisha? Those strings, that fragrance… A tattoo in silk’s fluidity, The clear mystery of sheer notes strummed
Poetry
Boston
I begin to know the streets, Spy tunnels And their depth. The pavement where homeless men decry passerby For lonely cigarettes.
Poetry
Love Poem to the L(ibrary) before IT
you who carry the world in your palm the weighty equivalence of Alexandria’s wisdom inside a slender electronic case may never know
Poetry
Words Unspoken
An owl is howling— an apocalyptic tune.
Poetry
Gerard Manley Hopkins
This is a collaborative poem by one American and two Australian poets that explores Gerard Manley Hopkins’s philosophical themes found both in his poetry and in the personal struggles of his inner life.
Poetry
Wading into the Ocean
we are on our travels with the remains of conversations we almost had, promises cracked through the middle, wrapped in the cloth that blinds us
Poetry
Story… Unfinished…
The moon’s not yet quite there, and the buildings are hideous, at most a woman on the corner, or a student lost in sartre and making the world’s riddles
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Heritage
By the time their sons learn the meaning of sunset, only father’s hands remain, and the plow and the field.
Poetry
The Art of Chrysanthemums
Today I raked a melody with syllables culled from your lips. But I miss you when you gather chrysanthemums each morning;
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Empty Quarter
On the eight hour lorry ride from El Fashir to Nyala, perched on potato sacks, I am stripped of the constant bickering
Poetry
Afternoon of Treasure
… In my hand, the Christmas card, a red bird against a stark background of snow.
Poetry
Immerse Into
Breathe deep And immerse into An amniotic kingdom
Poetry
~Concubine to the Word~
A Visual poem by Leila Fortier
Poetry
The Gore of Repetition
He can feel them turning lazy cartwheels, digging holes their exact diameter into his thoughts.
Poetry
Night Haiku
a bucketful of stars across the black tarpaulin
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Light
If I were to be ever be here I would see this
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Bee Dance
You zoomed in on the screen, in the mist of Shillong and colored the studio green.