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  • "I used to love the run-up to a storm" By Melanie Braverman

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    24 Oct 2014 | 11:00 pm
    By Melanie Braverman
  • Poetry readings by Baron Wormser and Michael Fleming at the library

    Poetry News
    25 Oct 2014 | 2:05 am
    Poets Baron Wormser and Michael Fleming will read from their works in the Library's meeting room on Wednesday, Oct. 29, beginning at 7 p.m. Baron Wormser is the author of a memoir, The Road Washes Out in Spring: A Poet's Memoir of Living Off the Grid, a novel, Teach Us That Peace, nine books of poetry and three books of non-fiction. In 2000 he was appointed Poet Laureate of Maine and served in that capacity for six years.
  • The Ruby Kid - The Big Sleep

    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry
    24 Oct 2014 | 12:00 am
    The Ruby Kid on IndieFeed Performance Poetry.  Show number 1405.
  • Poem of the Day: Weave in, My Hardy Life

    Poem of the Day
    Nina Alvarez
    6 Oct 2014 | 2:58 pm
    Weave in, My Hardy Life Weave in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the senses, sight weave in, Weave lasting sure, weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave, tire not, (We know not what the use O life, nor know the aim, the end, nor really aught we know, But know the work, the need goes on and shall go on, the death- envelop’d march of peace as well as war goes on,) For great campaigns of peace the same the wiry threads to weave, We know not why or what, yet weave, forever…
  • squashed plans

    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku
    Wade Kwon
    24 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    The Great Pumpkin will skip visits this year out of fear of ebola. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
 
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    Poetry News

  • Poetry readings by Baron Wormser and Michael Fleming at the library

    25 Oct 2014 | 2:05 am
    Poets Baron Wormser and Michael Fleming will read from their works in the Library's meeting room on Wednesday, Oct. 29, beginning at 7 p.m. Baron Wormser is the author of a memoir, The Road Washes Out in Spring: A Poet's Memoir of Living Off the Grid, a novel, Teach Us That Peace, nine books of poetry and three books of non-fiction. In 2000 he was appointed Poet Laureate of Maine and served in that capacity for six years.
  • Pensioners treated to an afternoon of poetry and music

    24 Oct 2014 | 10:13 pm
    POETRY FUN: Singer and performer Wendy Holmes treated residents at Mandale House, Thornaby to an afternoon of story-telling and music-making. RESIDENTS and staff at a care home enjoyed an afternoon of top tapping rhythm and rhyming when they were treated to a story-telling and music-making performance by a top-class entertainer.
  • In Washington, Poetry Diplomacy With Iran

    24 Oct 2014 | 6:16 pm
    In an October 23 keynote speech on the status of nuclear negotiations with Iran, U.S. chief nuclear negotiator Wendy Sherman cited a verse by the great Persian poet Saadi. "Have patience; all things are difficult before they become easy," Sherman, U.S. under secretary of state for political affairs, said in remarks that came a month before the November 24 deadline for Iran and major world powers to reach a lasting nuclear deal.
  • Pinsky on poetry: Teachers should 'do no harm,' from Dodge Fest

    24 Oct 2014 | 2:20 pm
    He is the former Poet Laureate of the United States. He has performed with Bruce Springsteen.
  • Novelist Alison Ruth To Be Featured At Poetry U In Westfield, Nov. 20

    24 Oct 2014 | 10:22 am
    Thursday, November 20, 2014, 7:00 - 9:00 PM POETRY U Gallery U's successful monthly reading series will feature work by poets Tony Ciavolella, Greer Gurland, and novelist Alison Ruth who will be reading from her new young adult novel "Near-Mint Cinderella". Gallery U Boutique is located at 439 South Ave West in Westfield, NJ.
 
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    Poem of the Day

  • Poem of the Day: Weave in, My Hardy Life

    Nina Alvarez
    6 Oct 2014 | 2:58 pm
    Weave in, My Hardy Life Weave in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave yet a soldier strong and full for great campaigns to come, Weave in red blood, weave sinews in like ropes, the senses, sight weave in, Weave lasting sure, weave day and night the weft, the warp, incessant weave, tire not, (We know not what the use O life, nor know the aim, the end, nor really aught we know, But know the work, the need goes on and shall go on, the death- envelop’d march of peace as well as war goes on,) For great campaigns of peace the same the wiry threads to weave, We know not why or what, yet weave, forever…
  • NinaAlvarez.net Listed in Top 100 Inspiring Sites for Poets

    Nina Alvarez
    15 Jul 2014 | 11:46 am
    A collection of inspiring sites for poets and poetry has been published, and Poem of the Day is acknowledged on the list: http://mastersinenglish.org/poetry/ It’s an incredible honor. Many thanks, Master in English! (And many thanks to my actual masters in English. I’m still paying for you, so… keep it up.)Filed under: words
  • Poem of the Day: Be a Sparrow

    Nina Alvarez
    13 May 2014 | 2:04 pm
    When we are soft – when the world is underneath us; when we are lost with longing Be a sparrow. You knew before you knew all else that this was artifice – and you searched for self-instruction. You learned to search for what was yours beyond modesty and immodesty. Be that person again – with a broken wing – if there was ever truth in you, find it now. Be true to that which is best in you, and rides during the Spring, and mounts in its own language. Be true to that which is highest born in you. Let it all be alive in the alchemy. Be choice. Be free and free, sister, in what was not…
  • Poem of the Day: I Thank You God For Most This Amazing

    Nina Alvarez
    20 Apr 2014 | 8:41 pm
    i thank You God for most this amazing day:for leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun’s birthday;this is the birth day of life and of love and wings:and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any–lifted from the no of allnothing–human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened) — e.e. cummings  …
  • Top 10 Poems of 2013

    Nina Alvarez
    30 Dec 2013 | 8:56 am
    And here it is. For the 6th year in a row, the TOP 10 POEMS of the year at NinaAlvarez.net. Thanks for being here. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and Vive le Poetry! 1. Ithaca 2. I Walked a Mile with Pleasure 3. The Lost Son 4. Ithaca (Video) 5. from Last Poems 6. What You Should Know to be a Poet 7. The Unicorn 8. The Serpent 9. Deathless Aphrodite of the Spangled Mind 10. Love Me Like You Never Loved Before   Thanks for nearly seven years of enjoying poetry together here at NinaAlvarez.net. I am a professionally produced playwright, award-winning poet,…
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • squashed plans

    Wade Kwon
    24 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    The Great Pumpkin will skip visits this year out of fear of ebola. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • as if by magic

    Wade Kwon
    23 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    The hurried touch-ups, the sweat and fret, it all seems as if by magic. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • breaking, the surface

    Wade Kwon
    22 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Nothing will ever be more important than how celebrities look. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • ask me anything

    Wade Kwon
    21 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Questions get answers. False assertions get steamed looks. Come ons get sly grins. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the shadow of asclepius

    Wade Kwon
    20 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    She took notes on the doctor’s notes and patient’s notes, all for paperwork. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
 
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    GotPoetry.com News

  • County announces poetry winners

    25 Oct 2014 | 4:20 pm
    San Mateo County’s got a thing for poetry. Its inaugural poetry contest, aptly named “Poetry Is,” drew 158 entries from 27 different communities in the county and winners will have a chance to read their work at a celebration this Thursday. The authors, ranging in age from 9 to 76, were required to use the name of their city or town within the poem’s title and use sensory images to showcase the uniqueness of their “place” within 40 lines. Link!
  • Caserio's poetry book draws on ancient works

    24 Oct 2014 | 11:17 pm
    Billings residents with a taste for poetry already know Dave Caserio as one of the most recognizable talents in south-central Montana. His multi-art performances featuring on-the-spot painting, interpretive dance and outstanding musicians such as bassist Parker Brown and guitarist Alex Nauman have been featured at the Billings Fringe Festival, Yellowstone Valley Brewing Co.’s Garage Pub, Sacrifice Cliff Theatre, NOVA Center for the Performing Arts, and the Babcock Theater.Link!
  • Chesterton in Song

    24 Oct 2014 | 11:15 pm
    Chesterton’s poem rhymes using ABBA/ABBA/ABABAB, which doesn’t lend itself to a song structure. Our goal was to preserve the meaning while staying in the confines of a melody line that uses short phrasing to keep a relaxed, cheerful feel, as befits the underlying mood of the poem.Link!
  • Poetry Is Celebration

    24 Oct 2014 | 9:34 pm
    This Thursday, October 30 at 6:30 p.m. Come and celebrate with readings by Caroline Goodwin, Kalamu Chache, Dorsetta Hale, California Poet Laureate Emeritus Al Young, and a selection of poets from the Poetry Is contest. All are welcome, poets and poet enthusiasts, young and old. This event is free and open to the public.Link!
  • Write a poem that begins and ends with the same word

    24 Oct 2014 | 9:33 pm
    There is nothing wrong with entering poetry contests. It is one way of taking part in the larger world of poetry. It also gives you the motivation to write well and to keep writing. If you win a legitimate contest, it is a great honor. Unfortunately, many contests are not legitimate.Link!
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    the amandzing way

  • Rhino capture – not so easy

    amandzing
    25 Oct 2014 | 2:54 am
    4.30am – Kruger National Park, Mpumalanga, South Africa Long awaited spring rains finally arrived on Friday in the South African National Parks’ (SANParks) Kruger National Park in Mpumalanga. In Skukuza rest camp; there is a crisp freshness in the air, as the Kruger slowly awakened with the dawn. The storm clouds have been shredded by gale force winds during the night, leaving thin grey streaks of cloud in the sky. The rain is gone for now, but threatens still. Now all that remains is for rangers to track today’s first rhino for translocation. The process is in full swing now,…
  • old man Africa kissed me on the cheek

    amandzing
    26 Sep 2014 | 4:23 am
    old man Africa kissed me on the cheek the other day 2014 freedom day a day when he would remember a lifetime of wrong a day of sad song no one would blame him for wanting to dismember this caucasian this white this apartheid era ex-cop he was sitting on a chair in the sun i leaned close to him to ask him that stupid question reporters have to ask in post-apartheid south africa “Hello Grandfather, how does it feel being able to vote?” and as he smiled a thousand years smoothed from his face and i saw a proud young man in love with his country with his wife his children his life his…
  • 2013 in review

    amandzing
    10 Jan 2014 | 5:16 am
    The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,200 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 20 trips to carry that many people. Click here to see the complete report.   Thank you all, for your visits, patience, and love. New Years resolution is definitly to post more here, and vist you all a little more. Thank you again, Amanda Tagged: africa, african poet, joburg, johannesburg, life, love, love life, love the world, poems, Poetry, south…
  • Women are valuable…as target practice…

    amandzing
    27 Sep 2013 | 5:31 am
    Interview: Amanda Watson by Ulla Are you really a woman? In my reality, yes. Prove it. Why? Is it a threat to you if I say I am, and I’m not? Is it a threat if I am not and I say I am? What about the binary of male / female is so critical and so threatening to the survival of homo sapiens that people can’t simply be who they are? But no, the binary, societal conditioning, call it what you will, demands we be a what before a who. A shared consensus is a happy consensus, an oblivious consensus. No questioning if it is good for me, it’s safer in the crowd. Everybody must fit into a…
  • sleepless in jozi

    amandzing
    20 Aug 2013 | 3:30 pm
    tired wired too tense feeling intense i see dust floating in the air its irritating me irritated with myself myworld impatience was always a virtue introspection has left me unsettled unaccomplished fear of impending change yes planned for change still brings fear of self but embracing the fear i like the fear the unknown challenges me scares me worries at me gnaws at me all i can do is stare it down …waiting…waiting…waiting… for my demons my long time companions i know their names i play their games they know where im weak but they dont know i know too but maybe that scar…
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    Poems and Poetics

  • Pierre Joris: From "Barzakh" (Poems 2000-2012)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    25 Oct 2014 | 4:54 am
     [It is astonishing to me how Pierre Joris, whom I’ve known going back into his jeunesse (& almost into mine) has emerged as an exemplar of a totalpoetics, at the heart of which is that nomadicpoetics which he’s been delivering to us over the last three or four decades with such singular force.  As with many of us who have tried to define ourselves as poets & sentient beings, it is the poetry itself that precedes and determines what we later say about it.  The wonder, then, in Joris’s twenty-first-century book, Barzakh: Poems 2000-2012 (Black Widow Press), is how…
  • For Kader El-Janabi: “The French Connection”

    Jerome Rothenberg
    20 Oct 2014 | 4:58 am
    The following short essay & poem were commissioned a decade ago for publication in Kader El-Janabi’s short-lived magazine,Arapoetica de la Poésie Internationalebut with that magazine’s demise or suspension, were never actually published.  The issue for which they were intended was to focus on the connection between American & French poetry over the preceding century.  In its original English version the concluding  poem (“Three Paris Elegies”) had appeared earlier in my book, A Paradise of Poets (New Directions, 1999). Baghdad-born & long exiled in Paris,…
  • Heriberto Yépez: Ethopoetics, What Is It?

    Jerome Rothenberg
    16 Oct 2014 | 6:37 am
    [In a recent announcement which seemed strange even to those of us who thought we knew him well, our friend & companion in poetry Heriberto Yépezannounced recently that “the writing project that was Heriberto Yépez” had now come to an end and that “Heriberto Yépez’s oeuvre has concluded.” Since Heriberto had only turned forty this year, it seemed a little premature & reminiscent, to me at least, of the “poets of the no” (the great refuseniks) in Enrique Vila-Matas's masterful Bartleby & Co. It was also enough to set off a new barrage of ad hominem…
  • Ian & Me: A Collaboration

    Jerome Rothenberg
    30 Sep 2014 | 3:08 am
    Ian Tyson, “Three Friendly Warnings,” Realization from the Seneca Indian with Richard Johnny John & Jerome Rothenberg“Ian Tyson reads us” – or so I wrote a number of years ago when the question first came up.  He is illustrator of the work not as subject or as mood per se but as structure.  The rest comes out of that, a play between the poet & the artist, where the poet’s words are taken, not for what they say at surface but for the directions they imply – the rules or inner structures that are there for him to read & follow, or evade.  I am a poet…
  • For David Meltzer, an Old Pre-Face for a New Publication

    Jerome Rothenberg
    24 Sep 2014 | 12:31 am
    Having written it  originally for David’s Copy: Selected Poems (Penguin Books, 2005), I reprint my pre-face here in celebration of the republication by City Lights Books of his classic poetics primer, Two Way Mirror, concerning which I wrote more recently: David Meltzer had set out, when he was very young, to write a long poem called The History of Everything, an ambition that his later poetry brought ever closer to fulfillment.  Here, in Two Way Mirror, he shows us the underpinnings for such an enterprise: a brilliant & wise work as rich in insights & discoveries today as…
 
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    Wild Horses Of Fire

  • Impassed

    Thom Donovan
    12 Oct 2014 | 10:29 am
    The withered breastWith eyes of loveDo we look at giftsOf death the eyesOf a God whoseGaze freezes red shiftIn our veins untilThe corpse of a sacWriggling calls outIts new name havingPassed that thresh-hold impassedAren’t we embodying itTo meet this wayIn a grave summarizing timeAs such crouched becauseNo one is freeFrom pain so singWith me a songWhose words are chronicWeaning the lover backFrom the gradual blackRed shift frozen beforeLife began death beganTo take away my love from meSinging in a cadenceOf the unthinkable.--for Beth Murray, composed spring 2012
  • For a Poetics of Healing

    Thom Donovan
    30 Sep 2014 | 2:57 pm
    [Composed October 2013 for Eleni Stecopoulos' Poetics of Healing symposium, held at Unnameable Books, Bkyln. Parts of this text have been published in "I scarcely have the right use this ghostly verb”]Upon returning from Florence Italy this past July, I found our dog Lucy well taken care of by our friend Eric. Six months previously she was diagnosed with bladder cancer, but she was still with us, hanging on. No doubt because of the many experimental treatments Dottie had tried—a regimen of herbal medicines, alkaline water, and weekly acupuncture treatments. The following day when I awoke,…
  • Cara Benedetto's "Come Early & Often" speech

    Thom Donovan
    29 Sep 2014 | 2:26 pm
    Thank you all for being present and thanks to her for coming. After tonight I believe and hope in my deepest labic imaginary hole vision that all of you will never come, in that one way, ever again. Ten years ago, I was asked to volunteer as an artist every day until this day and beyond. Back then it seemed as though I needed to feed on my own flesh, self harm into my own ability to feel again, because I felt so much. But now I realize I needed so much more than holes. That I’m here for the dream of we. For us, I am here as an intern, an artist, and an event planner for this incredible…
  • Elderly 6

    Thom Donovan
    23 Sep 2014 | 9:12 am
    Elderly is from Brooklyn, NYCurated by Nicholas DeBoer & Jamie Townsendfree, creative commons, post anywhere, print out, use for bedding, etc.Issue Six.featuringANNA VITALEDANIEL OWENTHOM DONOVANBRENDA IIJIMABRETT PRICEKEVIN KILLIANCHRISTINE SHAN SHAN HOU
  • Macho Man, Tell It To My Heart (at Artists Space, NYC; 11/24/13-2/23/14)

    Thom Donovan
    19 Sep 2014 | 10:28 am
    Like everyone else, the art world is obsessed with naming. In an age of finance capitalism, names brand; in an era of social media, they tag. They are sources of authority—of authorship—delimiting property, possession, and identity. What would it mean to remove one’s name, I have often wondered? What would it mean for proper names to be removed from a discourse about contemporary art?Encountering Julie Ault’s Macho Man, Tell It To My Heart this past February at Artists Space, I was reminded of these questions. Upon entering the exhibition space, I was confronted by a video about the…
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    A window Within Myself

  • Missed that Voice

    18 Oct 2014 | 12:32 pm
  • Write On

    12 Oct 2014 | 4:28 am
    I can see every bit of stillness or existence… An element to inspire us to write... What hold us is ourselves… So carry on writing for  a reason each thing is a word that can create the beginning of a verse… Write  on my soul… Today no one hear you.. But maybe one person you might inspire... That you move them beyond you can imagine 
  • ~Managing with a Hug~

    30 Sep 2014 | 3:03 am
    By: Nasra Al Adawi  It a study (art) and it’s a science… countless articles talk about the art of managing people. However, what resonated in me was a event held by The Achievement Centre: Lunch and Learn where they hosted Oman LNG CEO, Harib Al Kittani. He simply talked about managing people in a simplest way. In a nut shell he advocated using  human touch.Harib Al Kittani, used a metaphor that I will always remember which is hug or rather  embrace. He said embrace your people, your client, your community and his list went on and on . The emphasis was irrespective of…
  • Unforgettable Woman

    21 Aug 2014 | 11:30 pm
    The challenge began for me.. “how would I ever   write about women with cancer”… to reflect their life in living beyond cancer. In 2002, I was just beginner poet, who had just collection of poetry for children touched by cancer.I was in an ambiguous situation ….. I was tasked to portray stories of Omani women conquered cancer. For me cancer was about loosing my Dad and poetry was a therapy to overcome my grief of losing my father. I thought it is easy, collection of poem. Donate them to Oman Cancer group that was back in 2003. My task was over, the group will make a…
  • Radiant

    6 Aug 2014 | 11:23 pm
    A Light within you Shimmering pale If it happens To touch othersYou Twinkle Radiantly Nasra Al Adawi 2014 
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    Sad Poems

  • Long Division

    20 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    hours filter through the noise. all cliffs and parachutes. opening at random. the evidence stiffens. the colors solidify. gravity whispers. like a fever coming undone. conscripted by choices. the yellow of patience sweet and rich like melting butter. the diagram is feeble. our speed is untrue. where is relative. how is brutal. the anatomy of when in pins and needles. the body is a student. touch is the test. the distance stutters. a wholly inadequate protagonist. the story lurches forward. starving for a decent villain.she drowns in the shallow. empty epiphanies collapse. dwindling pavement.
  • Perspectives from the Fold

    16 Oct 2014 | 9:28 pm
    always warnings. beautiful sirens. all vinegar and carbon. still working the creases on those sharper angles. the tug of skin. all color and folds. drowning in time. stubborn paper coming undone. the nauseous arithmetic of touch. a suicide of sober. in a circus of diremption. she measures distance in images. flashes in her mind. crude lines. vehement hues. every step a picture taken through a broken lens. no focus. just blurred edges.the lost have their own maps. their crude imitations of direction. good for a time. she stops. challenging  the weak tug of gravity. she has a sympathy for…
  • Uneven Numbers

    8 Oct 2014 | 9:55 pm
    the dead leaves have their voice. soft and diligent. like how the rain falls. and the storm approaches. the stubborn angles that discover her. all chaos and confidence. under the flicker of dying bulbs. measuring the conflict. in flattened pennies and open bridges. circling. cheating patience in stutters and sobs. waiting for the surface to return. the paper creases. eager distortions wager their symmetry. on an arithmea of pornography and science fiction. whores riding their time machines. poets beating their madmen. nowhere we haven't already been. a temporary vein. a permanent poison. such…
  • Patient Intersections

    2 Oct 2014 | 9:47 pm
    folds in time and flesh.. abundant bridges over deep chasms. her voice is paper. her words are rain. they will always be betrayed by one another. she counts the steps. pretending she is getting closer to something. breaking the skin of the apple. to let it rot. because regret is hidden in every ripe piece of fruit. mediocre gods fiddling with the contrast. lazy devils distorting the volume. there is no script. only the memory black and white. the colors don't belong to us. the images are only temporary. the precision of touch. seldom reliable, but always accurate. the science of skin in…
  • The Pragmatic Geometry of If

    30 Sep 2014 | 10:07 pm
    evidence arouses. a compendium of skin. measured in cuts and wrinkles. the bones all but circumstance. as the skeletons evolve their calculations. logic she challenges is something reserved for other occasions. the geometry of how. erupts in a stifled cough. a reaction to stimulus. nothing more. she goes. though the going there is far. it distance soothes. a petualnt placebo often mistaken for a cure. she wishes nothing. as easy as it sounds. the encounters. the policies of flesh. souvenirs of a fleeting democracy. curious arrows, struggling with direction. Copyright 2005-2014 by alcoholic…
 
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    anachronizms

  • mmcclxiv

    24 Oct 2014 | 12:16 am
    Unbuttoned Triceratops..or that’s what it says righthere on the last page ofwriting in this undatednotebook.  Clearly it’smy writing.  And it can’thave been forever ago.And furthermore, that would, you’dthink, be quite thememorable title fora poem.  What follows—the supposed body ofthe piece called “Un-buttoned Triceratops”—is pretty good, too.Simply:     Scratching two items off the list, I     lift my arms.Well, if I did eventuallytype it up to include inhere, I could fairly eas-ily find it behind thispage…
  • mmcclxiii

    23 Oct 2014 | 7:41 am
    No words here.  Like I am at leastbubbling over with excitement.That is, as I battle it out withsomeone who was probablyborn during the bicentennialand whose screen name hasallusions to an early Hall &Oates song (they, too, arefrom the U.S.A.).
  • mmcclxii

    22 Oct 2014 | 11:57 pm
    Open your mouth say what you think you might mean                                                               —Alli WarrenI wish.  I mean I dobut the voice trans-criber always fucksthings up.  What isthat smell that justbecame our apart-ment?  “Could youdrop by professionally?”I ask.  To which I get no response.  Round over.
  • mmcclxi

    21 Oct 2014 | 9:48 pm
    How useful was this page?                  —Patrick F. DurginWho decideswhich benefitsare positive?
  • mmcclx

    20 Oct 2014 | 11:55 pm
    slower productionhe drewhis headupon thepagewhiledancingunder-cover
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    Chicano Poet

  • 3 Oct 2014 | 10:20 am

    3 Oct 2014 | 10:20 am
    I, Too"Patas mentions Atlantisin a cocky sort of way."I, too, sing Estados Hundidossaid el ocho pataswith his darker patassend me to the kitchenI will eat beansand grow strongI will eat tortillasand grow even strongertomorrow I will eatat the dinner tableand everybody will realizehow paton I amI, too, sing Estados Hundidosthough I have so many feet,is that illegal,too?
  • 2 Oct 2014 | 8:35 am

    2 Oct 2014 | 8:35 am
    El Ocho VacasEl ocho pataspretended to be a real poetand the gullible publicbought ithook line and sinkerpescadosand sureel ocho pataswas indeed guiltyof pecadosso there must bea little pleasure in evil he thoughtas he went about his waythe bell around his neckringing in the meadowwhere the wildflowers copulatedthorn against thornpetal against petaleven if you're not a cowyou can still be a vaca
  • 25 Sep 2014 | 11:07 am

    25 Sep 2014 | 11:07 am
    Pyramid Of The PatasWhen el ocho patasclimbed the Pyramid of the Sunhe made itlook so easythe touristsstared in awethe localstried to figure outhow to make moneyfrom Ocho's featthe stupid teenagerswere unimpresseda mangy dogtilted its head sidewaysa crazy thoughtjiggled in his canine mindlike a girl jogging toplesson a faraway beach
  • 17 Sep 2014 | 9:57 am

    17 Sep 2014 | 9:57 am
    Abuela De OchoEl ocho ate his beanstall tortillas at the readyhe remembered his abuelaalways telling himnever fightharder than you have tothere's a limitto what effortthere are roadsyou do not needbridges builtfor no rime or reasonbirds thatdo not need to flybut el ocho patasspun his wheelsthinking that abuelawould not approve
  • 9 Sep 2014 | 8:38 am

    9 Sep 2014 | 8:38 am
    The Young OchoShe lived on theocho calles of Seguinthe lawless townwhich floated above itringing its pan dulceabove her househer skinny legsfilled with doublethe police carswore a carnationwhen Ochowas popping fireworksagainst the ancient seawhich still made its noisealong College Streetand flooded the librarywhere el ocho patashad once flown on two fake feet
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    the dust congress

  • 7 Oct 2014 | 4:55 pm

    7 Oct 2014 | 4:55 pm
    all I know is that the waves keep rollin' in * Also, Nice Breeze will be playing Church Night November 12, 2014, also at Wonderland Ballroom
  • 12 Jul 2014 | 10:44 am

    12 Jul 2014 | 10:44 am
    the story begins I did not know who she was and the story ends I did not know who she was
  • 17 Jun 2014 | 9:45 pm

    17 Jun 2014 | 9:45 pm
    I was making it up but no one was buying I was the first big weekend of the summertime * Nice Breeze song Transparency played during this thoughtful Pilot Waves podcast/interview of Washington City Paper arts editor Christina Cauterucci.
  • 29 Apr 2014 | 7:46 am

    29 Apr 2014 | 7:46 am
    dream Francisco Goya dream Vincent Van Gogh dream Gerhart Richter don't dream Billy Joel Nice Breeze May Performances: Arlington, Virginia (Facebook Invite) Brooklyn, New York (Facebook Invite) WDC (Facebook Invite)
  • 16 Apr 2014 | 5:00 am

    16 Apr 2014 | 5:00 am
    I wish they didn't put mirrors behind the bar Lady Pink, The Death of Graffiti, 1982, The Attorney Arrives At His Office On April 16 -- klipschutz Of course it would be dark, the accounting firm next door, on the ultimate day after the night before. People hate lawyers and pity the bean counter. People hate themselves and withhold pity from the poor. Across my desk not one of you can look me
 
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    Me~Tronome

  • 10 Oct 2014 | 12:03 pm

    10 Oct 2014 | 12:03 pm
     I have a new poem in Boston Review, "A Cold Hand Draws the Covers Over the Moon."
  • The only LIVE poetry radio in America.... Other Voices: Poetry & Politics with Larry Sawyer

    18 May 2014 | 11:00 am
    So, I've started broadcasting via AM radio and couldn't be more excited about the show.Here's the details: WHAT IS IT? ...OTHER VOICES: poetry and politics with Larry Sawyer, streaming live at Q4 Radio.ACCESS THE FIRST THREE INSTALLMENTS HERE: Program 1 (click here to listen)Program 2 (click here to listen)Program 3 (click here to listen)Guest poets and writers include Andrei Codrescu, Tyler Mills, Robert Archambeau, Amy King, Nick Twemlow, Mike Hauser, Michael Stephens, Barbara Barg, Kenyatta Rogers, Laura Goldstein, Brendan Lorber, Chris McCreary, David Trinidad, Jen McCreary, Roger…
  • Bestiary fun

    1 Mar 2014 | 11:48 am
    Speaking of Bestiaries: "This abundance of animal images was not to the liking of some; St. Bernard of Clairvoux, writing in his Apology around 1127, says: "'What profit is there in those ridiculous monsters, in that marvelous and deformed comeliness, that comely deformity? To what purpose are those unclean apes, those fierce lions, those monstrous centaurs, those half men, those striped tigers, those fighting knights, those hunters winding their horns? Many bodies are seen under one head, or again many heads to one body. Here is a four-footed beast with a serpent’s tail; there a fish with…
  • New book...Breaking Lorca: Fourteen Poems of Love and Death

    21 Jan 2014 | 8:03 am
    Click here for details on how to order.
  • Dec 7 at Myopic Books, 7 p.m.

    25 Nov 2013 | 5:53 am
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    rooted

  • dance of freedom

    gautami tripathy
    19 Oct 2014 | 6:24 am
    crazy emotions dance with glee a shadow of childhood is glimpsed I can't play a martyr- not to you, a complete stranger now why are you preaching like a seer? I am alone maybe, not lonely- why... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • Reflectivity

    gautami tripathy
    16 Oct 2014 | 8:40 am
    such a tease in that mirror with hypnotizing eyesno gimmick there just that the flesh has a mind of its own it only listens to lust such a torture for both our brains but I am not going to chicken... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • what reaches out...does anyone know?

    gautami tripathy
    10 Aug 2014 | 9:59 am
    Keith Haring  my eye catches the heart in you I bend to it there is no limit to hold those parts I want everyone out of my way our way gives on to east lane what if no one believes? there is... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • calling into the ghosts

    gautami tripathy
    6 Jul 2014 | 10:32 am
    an image or an apparition blind to the ragged rain  a wavering candle hidden beneath a cape ghosts call for blood as he runs to the foot of the hill arms akimbo blind to everything other than to... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • reflecting a random thought

    gautami tripathy
    1 Jun 2014 | 8:56 am
    countless dreams- I don't wish to chase any now I would rather follow the sturdy terrain continue paving the way to that field where the scent of the flora beckons me I propel forward by an unknown... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
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    something katy

  • it was green, spetember

    30 Sep 2014 | 7:02 am
    today i felt the whispers of september dying leaves skipping across cracked new england pavement when my back was turned and the noiseless rustling of spiders' webs blown away by the morning breeze dew weighing everything down
  • i am still here

    18 Aug 2014 | 9:22 am
    although silent.  still writing.  although silent. 
  • Drabble #18: Shortbread

    24 Jun 2014 | 3:43 pm
    short on butter again, the scone sat unfinished on her plate.  a wounded monk in the crossfire of desire and reality.  she sat pouting, staring at the monstrosity of sweet bread like one might a snoring bedfellow.  not enough butter.  cheap. overall, she decided, she preferred biscuits over bread.  savory or sweet, didn't much matter the kind of bread, there was hardly ever enough butter.  but
  • Ten Reasons NOT to be Sad

    23 Jun 2014 | 6:29 am
    I am sad today.  I have a reason to be.  But I also have a lot of reasons not to be sad... One Ryan - my amazing and wonderful husband and best friend Two Rowdy - my amazing and wonderful and crazy (and secretly affectionate) feline friend Three Jack - another amazing and wonderful bag of feline fur who fits himself into tiny boxes and somehow makes it look comfortable Four Alli - yet another
  • Drabble #17: Mercy

    17 Jun 2014 | 2:51 pm
    mercy grows in the dessert between the grains of sand too small to see with even a microscope mercy grows in between the cracks and splinters of old shingles still clinging to the sheds after hurricanes mercy grows in the heart of the man who spent his weekend rescuing tiny kittens after he saw one fall out of a tree mercy grows in the front seat of the family car where dad is sat
 
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    Silliman's Blog

  • 24 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    24 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Larry Fagin reading in Bolinas 1974
  • 23 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    23 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Andrei Codrescu remembers the impact of The Kaypro II
  • 22 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    22 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Edward Dorn reads from North Atlantic Turbine (part 1) (part 2)
  • 21 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    21 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Let’s Do Lunch Poems <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> (part 3) @ the Poetry Project <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> October 2014 <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]-->
  • 20 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    20 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Let’s Do Lunch Poems <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> (part 2) @ the Poetry Project <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> October 2014 <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]-->
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    Poet Hound

  • JoAnna Penn Cooper's What Is A Domicile

    14 Oct 2014 | 3:09 am
    Joanna Penn Cooper’s What Is A Domicile, published by Noctuary Press, explores reality and memory intertwined from domestic life versus nature, of dreams and reality. It is a complex and beautiful collection, I am happy to share some inviting tidbits with you:TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERNI’m writing to inform you of my qualifications on this sunny day inside wearing silent headphones, a small white feather stuck to one foot. I can hear that tree clearing its throat outside my fifth floor walk-up. I can see all this packing and half unpacking of boxes as a compulsive metaphor for how we’re all…
  • An Interview with Eric Shonkwiler: Above All Men

    2 Sep 2014 | 3:12 am
    Earlier this year I featured a review of Shonkwiler’s novel, Above All Men, and had the opportunity to interview him about his novel. Below is his biography and our Q&A:Eric Shonkwiler has had writing appear in Los Angeles Review of Books, The Millions, Fiddleblack, [PANK] Magazine, Midwestern Gothic, and elsewhere. He received his MFA in Fiction from University of California–Riverside, where he was the recipient of the Chancellor’s Distinguished Fellowship Award, and is a regional editor for Los Angeles Review of Books, as well as a former reader for [PANK] and former Editor-in-Chief…
  • Paul David Atkins' Stick Up

    19 Aug 2014 | 3:09 am
    Stick Up, published by Blood Pudding Press in 2014, is a story told in poems about a convenience store being robbed by a woman over 50. Paul David Atkins describes the characters involved and creates tension in the scenes throughout. How it ends will have to be a surprise. Below I’m happy to share a few plot-tantalizing poems:He Gripped the Alarmafter he heard her from the freezer yell, This is a stick up!Around his neckhung a silent alarm button.He pressed it once or twiceor forty timesin the seven seconds it tookto crack the door and peek.He saw a woman with a gun aimedat the other clerk,…
  • Amanda Oaks' Hurricane Mouth

    8 Jul 2014 | 3:01 am
    Amanda Oaks’ Hurricane Mouth is published by NightBallet Press and is a powerfully emotional collection of poems that describe the impact of words, thoughts, actions on relationships within the poet’s life. They are beautiful and hardscrabble, delicate yet tough in sinew. The poems are honest and brutal and life-affirming. It is another collection where I have “dog-eared” the majority of the pages and had to settle for a select few to share with you, dear readers:WE’RE ON OUR OWN OUT HERELate summer, picking peascornfield just feet away,I would tiptoe with the wordsof warning looped…
  • black hands of a morning calm by Ayshia Stephenson

    10 Jun 2014 | 3:14 am
    black hands of a morning calm by Ayshia Stephenson is published by imaginaryfriendpress (who doesn’t LOVE the name of this press?) and follows our poet’s experiences overseas where her skin color stands out more than she’s ever imagined. In South Korea she begins to feel uncomfortable even around her fellow Americans who reside in this country with her, longing to feel enveloped by the color black amidst the sea of night lights and South Koreans who stream past her. The collection is beautiful in the poet’s expression of her sense of self outside of her native country of America and…
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    The Best American Poetry

  • "Ghostly" (A Halloween Ghost Story) [by Alan Ziegler]

    Alan Ziegler
    24 Oct 2014 | 3:14 pm
    I feel a tapping on my shoulder. I live alone. No one else has keys. My heart races as if trying to flee to a safer body. But I am startled for only an instant. I turn around and, sure enough, it’s merely that ghost. He always shows up when I feel most alive, which for a long time meant infrequent visits. Lately I’ve come to expect him at least once a week. He never uses fancy theatrics to frighten me. No creaking footsteps from the closet or lightning bolts piercing the bedroom wall. No howls or shrieks, no low...
  • Bubbes, Bagels, Babka

    The Best American Poetry
    24 Oct 2014 | 7:59 am
  • Plots and Sisters Part V [by M. J. Fitzgerald]

    M.J.Fitzgerald
    24 Oct 2014 | 7:00 am
    (This is Part V of a five-part series. Read Part IV here. ) Even if the Will had been written in a moment of particular frustration and anger, and time had passed since 1907 when it was sent in the full haste of fury to Agnes; even if time had brought about a full healing of the husband, a fully realized relationship with a beloved first born, and a new home away from Nora; even if she knew she would carry her second pregnancy to a full term and had no expectation of dying, it was clear from the 1911...
  • Poem: "The Documents" by Terence Winch

    The Best American Poetry
    23 Oct 2014 | 6:18 pm
    In celebration of American Archives Month, the National Archives has partnered with the Academy of American Poets to present original poems inspired by the holdings of the National Archives.
  • Plots and Sisters Part IV [by M. J. Fitzgerald]

    The Best American Poetry
    23 Oct 2014 | 7:07 am
    One more academic year rushed past in the blur of regular demands on time and attention. During it, I made arrangements for a longer stint of 10 days with my father’s papers, and arrangements to visit St.Agnes cemetery in Albany: my sister and I would make a weekend of it, drive up to Albany from Boston, explore a little more the Stuart-Montague branch of the family. This time at the library I arranged to look into boxes from “Series I: Family Correspondence,” and with the first folders I was absorbed by my father’s boyhood. His father had kept his son’s...
 
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • Jennifer Moxley Remembers Helena Bennett

    Harriet Staff
    24 Oct 2014 | 11:30 am
    Jennifer Moxley has a new website, and much of the content there already feels like an extension of her memoir writing in The Middle Room. Just up is a beautiful piece on the writer Helena Bennett, Moxley’s first “poetry friend” and former wife of poet Bill Luoma (who writes about her in his great book Works & Days). Bennett died in 1990 at the age of 27. Moxley writes that her hope is “to use this page to post some reminiscences of Helena by those who knew her, as well as to share some of her original works.” Moxley includes some of Luoma’s memories of…
  • ‘When you use a you’: Dorothea Lasky and the Poetics of Drake

    Harriet Staff
    24 Oct 2014 | 10:00 am
    Dorothea Lasky, the Village Voice’s favorite poet, has a favorite poet of her own. And that poet is none other than rap superstar Drake. Yes, 27 year old Canadian rapper Aubrey Drake Graham. At the Huffington Post, Lasky explains why: Drake is a lot of things to a lot of people, but to me, Drake is my own personal mojo. Whenever I get discouraged with being a poet and a person — I can listen to Drake and I feel like he’s talking to me, telling me it’s going to be ok and to keep on going. Drake understands how to address a listener in a way most performers don’t.
  • Boo! John Berryman on Halloween at Academy of American Poets

    Harriet Staff
    24 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    John Berryman’s 100! Even if he’s dead. There’s much revelry in celebration of the centenary of Berryman’s birth, including at FSG (Berryman’s publisher) and of course, right here at the Poetry Foundation. We recommend starting the party at Academy of American Poets with this article entitled, “Henry at One Hundred.” It’s hard to believe that 2014 is John Berryman’s centenary, in part because his best work is of such consummate strangeness that it seems to exist outside the confines of any period or style, and almost outside literary and…
  • Dylan Thomas in New York

    Harriet Staff
    24 Oct 2014 | 6:00 am
    The New York Times reports that a gaggle of events are sheduled, uh, we mean, scheduled, for this weekend in celebration of the centenary of Dylan Thomas’s birth. Yup! 100 years ago: October 27th, 1914. The events include a reading of “Under Milk Wood,” which premiered at the 92nd St. Y in 1953, and “Dylan Thomas in America: A Centennial Exhibition,” which opens on Sunday at the Poetry Center. From the Times: In New York, the city where Thomas achieved rock-star status and spiraled downward in spectacular fashion to an early death, the Poetry Center has organized…
  • FSG’s Work in Progress Celebrates John Berryman

    Harriet Staff
    23 Oct 2014 | 10:33 am
    Wow, Farrar, Straus and Giroux is rolling out all the John Berryman goods in the midst of his centennial celebration. As we mentioned last week, FSG is publishing four new books of Berryman verse. To sweeten the deal, at their blog, Work in Progress, they’re publishing a series of reflections on the poetry and legacy of Berryman by some of our favorite poets. Posted most recently, Rowan Ricardo Phillips writes: “The incandescent temperament of Berryman’s poetry strikes the page bright and cold like the bioluminescence that seeks its way out from the lower abdomen of a…
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • Pep

    dc
    10 Oct 2014 | 5:20 pm
    Fresh feelings are people The first to wake up, A marriage of tickling, The rumbles of summer. Wrong is something to carry, A rucksack of rough notes, Sadness a mirage And nightmares a hoax. Don’t let the dark skies Dictate your haircut Or polish the sweat From your brow. You are almost a comet, A fire in your chest, Fast like the sunshine The brilliance of yes.
  • Cracked Sound

    dc
    26 Sep 2014 | 4:44 pm
    These gurgles and hurdles Of cracked sound rebellion And the whispers of restless catarrh, Hard in the distance, Resistance is futile And the cars slip All nowhere like tar, Creeping to gutters All stutters and sadness, All sickness and stiff, weary strife, A stillness is glooming And brooding with nothing In the park that’s devoid of all life.
  • Gristleizers

    dc
    29 Aug 2014 | 7:29 pm
    Grey skinned young losers Glaring down from the towers, Framed in neon and dust, Cracked windows and tears, All broken industry. Perfect squares And the dawn of the ‘me’, Of the ‘where’s mine’ and ‘now’, Steel fences and granite, Bad teeth and greed, Filthy screams in the dark Coarse as wild, strident rust, Spreading like rumours And pulsing like dusk, Electric and concrete, All sampled disdain In the rain, A rumbling hearse Passing through cities, The calculous curse.
  • The Business Of Summer

    dc
    22 Aug 2014 | 5:51 pm
    His world went quiet, People stopped Listening to him, The winds that Wrapped themselves Around the mountains And the rain That rarely stopped Rattling Stayed silent And sat back; They watched him Gently rise, Thoughts tickling The fruit on the bushes, Ideas shaking The seeds in the ground, And then one day He woke up To nothing But sun, His future as fresh As the dawn’s Scattered dew, With a deafening smile On his face.
  • An Angel Carved

    dc
    4 Aug 2014 | 5:39 pm
    It’ll be summer Until we hear Her sing again. She wears a crown Of ice and mist And her hair Sits crisp with frost, But fear not, The icicles hanging From her angelic pout Will whisper The holiday winds One day soon, Trust me; And those Cold, stony eyes Will usher life Under moons So clear You could swear They were silver, Just wait for two seasons And rattle. She has stared At this small town For centuries And a hundred Harsh winters Won’t stop her, Hear the Drip, drip, drip, As she lies there And know The seasons Are nothing But chatter.
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    Robert Peake

  • Demonstrating Faith in Humanity

    Robert Peake
    22 Oct 2014 | 9:49 am
    What a day it has been. I woke up to the news that my beloved spiritual teacher and friend since childhood, John-Roger, passed away in the early hours at the age of eighty. If there is one thing he taught me, it is to keep doing good, no matter what. Tonight my sister-in-law and our much-loved little nephew are boarding a plane back to Australia. For whatever I may have been able to impart to him in our two weeks together, he has certainly taught me much more. In a short while, I will be carrying on with some of the good work I have found to do in the circumstances of my current life, by…
  • A Swirl of Activity

    Robert Peake
    18 Oct 2014 | 5:54 am
    It has been a swirl of activity lately, epitomised by the sound of my Australian nephew downstairs dramatising epic Hero Factory battles. Mine have been of the more literary sort, though at times it has felt like a limb might snap off. Straight back from the Swindon Festival of Poetry, I had the privilege of reading with several outstanding American poets at the Troubadour on Monday night. Particularly meaningful for me was the opportunity to meet Tim Nolan, whose prize-winning poem I read in his stead at the Troubadour Prize reading earlier this year. Greg Freeman of Write Out Loud wrote up…
  • Swindon Festival of Poetry

    Robert Peake
    6 Oct 2014 | 9:14 am
    I had a rich and engaging time at the Swindon Festival of Poetry this weekend. At the heart of it all is Hilda Sheehan, with her stated goal to make it “the quirkiest poetry festival in the world.” Set mainly on the delightfully rustic and decidedly bohemian Lower Shaw Farm, it achieves not only this but other goals — being among the friendliest and least pretentious; rich, diverse, and encompassing; pushing past conventional views of poetry in the twenty-first century; intimately global; startlingly fresh. I had the pleasure of kicking off Friday’s…
  • The Paradox of Contemporary Poetry (Board-Game Edition)

    Robert Peake
    1 Oct 2014 | 12:38 am
    There is a great paradox in contemporary poetry. On the one hand, poetry seems to be dwindling — in bookstore shelves and traditional academic curricula — so much so that it has become fashionable for journalists to frequently declare it dead. On the other hand, I have but to scroll through my social media feeds to witness an eruption of poetry being written and published online. Likewise, an offering like Al Filreis’ Modern Poetry online course has attracted more than 100,000 students eager to read and learn from great poets of the past. Furthermore,…
  • When it Rains, it Pours

    Robert Peake
    29 Sep 2014 | 2:32 pm
    I am involved with three different poetry events in the coming week. First, the UK Poetry Society commissioned me to design video sequences for “The Pity” — a commemoration of the centennial of the First World War involving new poetic responses to conflict. As poets Denise Riley, Steve Ely, Zaffar Kunial, and Warsan Shire read their poems in the Purcell Room on Thursday night, my video sequences will be playing on the big screen behind them. It was a pleasure to collaborate this way, and I am looking forward to the result. More details are here. Next, we are off…
 
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    Magma Poetry » Blog

  • Call for contributions – Magma 62 on the theme of ‘Violence’

    Chris Kerr
    30 Sep 2014 | 2:17 am
    We settled on ‘violence’ as the theme for Magma 62 since it seemed a stark contrast to the “big safe themes”, as Paul Farley might call them, that sprang easily to mind. Violence felt bold and a little bit different and these, above all, are the qualities we are looking for in the poems. We want poems like Paul Batchelor’s To a Halver an ode to a half-brick that mines the symbolism of this, apparently, simple object so it becomes more than a weapon; or poems that explore the theme of violence in the way they mean (through the use of syntax, typography, diction etc)…
  • Blog Review 37: Bethany Pope Reviews ‘The Cartographer Tries to Map a Way to Zion’ by Kei Miller

    Rob Mackenzie
    24 Sep 2014 | 1:09 am
    Kei Miller’s wonderful new book, The Cartographer Tries to Map a Way to Zion combines uniformly strong writing with a mythic unifying theme, and even a few ventures into the realm of form. The collection comprises a spiritual/philosophical journey undertaken by a divided Self. This Self speaks in two voices, The Cartographer and The Rastaman, cleaved by contrasting cultural influences and perceptions of the point and purpose of the universe. The Rasta position, that the world is a work-in-perpetual-progress, a seemingly relaxed (in reality very intricate) art rattled off by Jah presents…
  • Winning poems from Magma’s pop-up poetry competition in Winchester

    Wes Brown
    20 Sep 2014 | 7:53 am
    As part of our Winchester Poetry Festival activities to launch our National Conversation about poetry, Magma ran a pop-up poetry competition on the theme of ‘nationhood’. The competition was won outright by Dom Cramp for his poem, The Broken English and Richard Stillman was our runner-up with From Chaucer to Grime. The winners were invited on stage to read their work alongside Ros Barber and Jackie Kay. Poet and Magma board member, Susannah Hart was one of the judges and explains what impressed her about the poems: The Broken English “This poem stood out because of its…
  • Highlights from the Winchester Poetry Festival

    admin
    17 Sep 2014 | 5:21 am
    Following the success of the inaugural Winchester Poetry Festival, we asked poets, performers, organisers, attendees and Magma team members for their highlight of the weekend and to share an individual moment that might have gone hidden or unseen. Check back over the coming days to read more highlights, and, if you attended or have something to say, feel free to share and discuss your experiences in the comments section below. (Hover over the images to see the captions.)    Kate Firth, Voice Coach & Actress Well, certainly my workshop highlights were people discovering the sonic…
  • Magma to launch its ‘National Conversation’ at Winchester Poetry Festival

    admin
    8 Sep 2014 | 9:03 am
    With the support of Arts Council England, Magma – one of Britain’s leading poetry magazines – is launching a ‘National Conversation’ about poetry, to explore what it is and what it means to people today – in all its many expressions. More than a magazine, Magma is a community of people, open to everyone, and passionate about celebrating a wide mix of poetry. The National Conversation is a series of original events and articles, designed to provoke thought, ignite debate and encourage all of us to move deeper into the art form. Winchester Poetry Festival is delighted…
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    Poet Mom

  • Good morning, Dodge

    January
    24 Oct 2014 | 4:02 am
    This is a picture of my all-access Dodge pin. *smile*****Last night's Poetry Sampler was a buffet, if you will, of poets. And I feasted. On stage: Jan Beatty, Richard Blanco, Eavan Boland, Mark Doty, Rita Dove, Camille T. Dungy, Cathy Park Hong, Marie Howe, Yusef Komunyakaa, Rachel McKibbens, Anis Mojgani, Aja Monet, Sharon Olds, Alice Oswald, Robert Pinsky, James Richardson, Alberto Ríos, Patrick Rosal, Tracy K. Smith, Gary Snyder, Brian Turner, C. Dale Young, and Kevin Young. Each poet read about five minutes. Simply amazing. My heart was full.****I'm up early figuring…
  • Misery Islands!

    January
    23 Oct 2014 | 8:17 am
    Hello, Misery!On Monday, I read with the Blacksmith House Poetry Series in Cambridge, and lo and behold, copies of Misery Islands arrived. Yay!My thanks to Andrea Cohen and Porter Square books for arranging to get books direct from the printer. I had to buy my author copy, which was weird to say the least. I'm just happy Andrea let me know getting the book was even a possibility. Fortunately, Misery will be available for Dodge!****Thanks for CavanKerry Press for supporting book #2! You can preorder copies from CKP's Websiteand save 20 percent!****Dodge, baby! I'm out like a scout. I'm headed…
  • Taylor Mali: Typography

    January
    17 Oct 2014 | 12:31 pm
    I have been showing this poem to my classes all day. It makes me happy. Enjoy.
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    14 Oct 2014 | 8:06 pm
    Happy Tuesday, folks! Time for your confessions. Share a bit of yourself with us and we promise to do the same.Here we are at the Topsfield Fair. It's been a while since I'm taken a photo with the kids in the background. They're getting so big. "Time keeps on slipping into the future," as the song says. ****I'm reading at the Blacksmith Poetry House on October 20, and if all goes well, copies of Misery Islands will be there! The scheduled release date is November 4, but the bookstore is having copies shipped from the printer. ****I am trying not to be too hard on myself for not writing a…
  • Guest Author at Best American Poetry

    January
    11 Oct 2014 | 4:26 am
    My stint as guest blogger at Best American Poetry has come to an end. Here's a recap of the week. (Thanks, Stacy and Nin, for the opportunity!)Welcome to the Poet PartyFive Questions with Afaa Michael WeaverKundiman Celebrates 10 YearsThe Details in the DetailsPoetry in Public Spaces: Poetry on the T
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    Daily Poem With Gods Help

  • Unity

    Kenney
    25 Oct 2014 | 4:36 pm
    Unity…-—————- What does unity, Mean to you, In sobriety, it’s tried and true, To stand hand in hand, Amongst the common peril, Like a line of defense, When the Hogs have gone feral, Not with promotion, But through attraction, Is the only way, We get satisfaction, But outside the rooms, This still stands true, it’s not up to them, Its up to you, When Texas or America , Doesn’t state your worth , When we all stand side by side , And say I am from Earth-——————- Original article: Unity©2014 Daily Poem…
  • Cat Food

    Kenney
    24 Oct 2014 | 5:45 pm
    Cat food…-————–- Is there any such thing, As extra cat food in the bowl, Not when you have a roaming hound dog, With hunger in her soul, She likes to come inside, Whenever I take a nap, And as soon as I fall asleep, She checks on the progress of the cat, The cat’s bowl might have a bunch, Or maybe only a bite, But none of it is considered extra, That just wouldn’t be right, So she cleans it up thoroughly, A bite or a bunch, And considers it surely, As a second lunch-—————- Original article: Cat Food©2014 Daily…
  • I Like to Measure

    Kenney
    23 Oct 2014 | 3:34 pm
    I like to measure…-—————————- It seems to me, That I like to measure, But of all this could be, Its not a treasure, Its like the separation, Between church and state, The malformation, Of love and hate, The model and make, Of your car, How many miles on mine, Has it been driven too far, The numerical increments, When I step on the scale, Oh my god did you see that, Candies on sale, I don’t know how to escape, This inexplicable race, To see the man in the mirror, More than the face , So I’ve got to step over, Where the…
  • Spaghetti

    Kenney
    22 Oct 2014 | 10:04 am
    Spaghetti…-———————- Whole wheat spaghetti, Doesn’t sound very good , Its color is dark brown, Like it’s made out of wood, Oh but I made a sauce, I started with Ragu, Then added mushrooms and garlic, Jalapenos and pork too, The pasta was al dente, that’s the way I like it, And of course there was plenty, I just couldn’t fight it, But then I came to the last bite, And they ego said go, But I surrendered to something outside, And was able to say no,  So with a flick of my fork,  Off into the waste can, I said no to my…
  • Religion

    Kenney
    20 Oct 2014 | 8:03 pm
    Religion…-———————–- I cried the first time in church, I saw my daughter raise her hands, I knew she found religion, She found the God of man, No longer in bugs and birds ,Nor the bees or breeze, They taught her that she was separate, And must worship on her knees, This was the same lesson, I had been taught as a child, But against it I had rebelled, And followed the call of the wild, Only when I was broken, Would you ever hear me say, God I need your help, Rescue me this day, And this would be the beginning, The beginning of the end, No…
 
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    cottonbombs

  • Science v Religion

    cottonbombs
    18 Oct 2014 | 8:53 pm
    Science versus Religion is a war that neither can win still we draw battle lines though we’re all fighting on the same side when humanity is at stake when no religious book disputes the existence of intelligent design and no textbook fights against 1 plus 1 equaling 2 meaning each 1 of us is 2.
  • Shadows Drowned By Night

    cottonbombs
    4 Oct 2014 | 10:42 pm
    “Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier and simpler.” -Friedrich Nietzsche Somewhere on the slippery slopes of consciousness and sleep slithers thoughts that never shed their skin never seen never seeped in lingering in the darkness of fears layers of lairs of snakes’ nests upon snakes’ nests an orgy of a serpent’s imagination as a hawk’s shadow circles the skampering mouse and even the simplest of inspirations such as hunger can swoop down from the sky and gobble us up before we can even wonder why.
  • A Year More Equals A Year Less

    cottonbombs
    15 Sep 2014 | 8:19 pm
    Adding to the loss of never adding up to the you you figured you’d be is the hidden integer between the you and the you you never figured you’d be.
  • Waltzing Pangea

    cottonbombs
    6 Sep 2014 | 11:18 pm
    I know why Pangea broke apart but I’m not saying that’s not what this is about that’s not even the beginning of this though it’s part of it all a free for all a freefall to now to know how one continent became seven or five became six depending on who you’re asking see we can’t even agree on how many pieces became of Pangea believed in and on all continents yet how many continents it birthed depends on the eye of the beholder.
  • Greatest Post Since My Last Post

    cottonbombs
    31 Aug 2014 | 10:51 pm
    “Greatest thing since sliced bread” bread was first sliced in 1928 therefore 1928 was the greatest year ever until you hear that sliced bread was advertised as: “The Greatest Forward Step in the Baking Industry since Bread Was Wrapped.” So, the day bread was wrapped must be even greater than the day it was sliced cause if the day bread was sliced was better than the day it was wrapped they would have just advertised it as the greatest day ever. So, why don’t we say: ‘it’s the greatest thing since bread was wrapped’? And really how great has it…
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    Dark Matter

  • First Things Last

    Tony Brown
    25 Oct 2014 | 8:42 am
    Originally posted 7/22/2007. do not pretend you haven’t grown up to be one of those boys who sits on the grass at the highway rest area counting thongs and nudging your friends, because I’m watching you do it. do not gloss over your snickering when you are called on it. do not play that game. stop with the defensive rationale  for using the word “bitchslap,”  for wearing the “mustache ride” T-shirt. here comes the predictable comeback: it’s a free country, you’ve got freedom of expression all over your smooth little ticked off face and…
  • This Packing Crate, Also A Home, Cradles A Vision

    Tony Brown
    24 Oct 2014 | 9:03 am
    Originally posted 12/10/2013. Let me introduce myself: cigarette jump pulse back digger,game pack smoke rider,riding my warp plane; you can call me Knife Wheel Gyroscope. This packing crate, also my home, cradles my vision while I’m stretched on my musical daybed, on my hard head spin journey, flash memoried with past and potential mates, crystal mythology partners;  I am a priest of the church of the hole in the pocket, an elder of the problematic filth; to you, of course, I’m something else: reminder,  caution, guardian bad faithless stinker, your nearly forgotten uncle…
  • Beat The Ghost

    Tony Brown
    24 Oct 2014 | 6:50 am
    Originally posted 2/7/2010.  Very loosely inspired by a true story. Sam beat the hell out of a ghost last night. His fists grew tangled with cobwebs and soft blood. He beat a man he saw as the vessel in which resided his hated father’s soul. When the body hit the ground Sam did not stop but kicked it and broke it until the bouncers pulled him off. Then the poor vessel got up and shoved a knife into Sam before anyone could stop him. Sam didn’t die, though – not right away.  It happened in the ambulance on the way to Milford and Sam got a sour laugh when his dad was waiting…
  • Diaspora

    Tony Brown
    23 Oct 2014 | 5:01 pm
    Never before posted.  From hard copy files — maybe 1993, 1994?  I’d stopped obsessively dating every poem I wrote some years before that.  In terms of page numbers it’s roughly from the same time as poems from my first chapbook, “In The Place Of Definitions,” which was printed in 1994. Pretty heavily revised.  The original kinda sucked.  Trust me.  This might too, of course. they burst thru my door my body door and my body opened into  a vacant store you stood in the torn way and held the rain back wiped the rain back from the shaken wood and …
  • When The Girl In The Famine Photograph Grew Up And Sought Us Out

    Tony Brown
    23 Oct 2014 | 3:30 pm
    Originally posted 2/20/2012. We did not at first believe how not slight and not brittle she had turned out to be We’d thought her so broken it broke our language to speak of her so we stopped and then stayed mostly away from her (to let her heal herself is what we said) When she found out we were the world and she was the children she got angry and lo and behold by then was strong enough to show us how brittle we’d become our smooth tongues notwithstanding  We could not explain to her satisfaction why we’d left her alone for so long We splintered a little more each day as…
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    Root Times

  • Life and Social Anxiety

    Sucay Miranda
    24 Oct 2014 | 12:09 pm
    Social Anxiety affects us all in one way or another. I know it has affected me since I was very young. I've always been shy around people. I never had many friends, except for a selected few. I grew up abused by other classmates. I never defended myself when it came to verbal abuse. I just knew that no one could abuse me physically. I always stood up for myself in that regard. But I still felt awkward and ugly most the times. Then I grew up a bit, and realized that they were just jealous. I wasn't that bad looking, I thought I look decent; but, I was still very quiet. Some girls had crushes…
  • Sex is Overrated (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    11 Sep 2014 | 10:04 am
    "Sex is Overrated"I will go straight to the point. Sex is overrated. I have experiment with it, so I can have a voice on the matter. If you are virgin, worry not. You're not missing much. I'm not saying it's bad, it's just not what people make it seem like. It's good for about how long it lasts, but as soon as one climax, the fun is over. Again, I am not dissing it. It's just not something to stress over. I cannot prove it, but, I think women enjoy it more than man do. A man's orgasm may last about five seconds, whereas a woman's may last about 15 seconds.Sex is the best natural high there…
  • Forgive (Blog)

    Violines Y magia
    9 Aug 2014 | 10:34 am
    Forgiveness, it's something that we all want, at least if we cared. Sometimes it's hard to forgive somebody, but we need it. Holding grudges is not healthy. But one should forgive from the heart, and not just say "I forgive you." It has to be for real. Holding a grudge may lead to unhappiness, discomfort in your daily life.No one is perfect. Maybe that someone who caused the hurt is very sorry for what they've done, in a very genuine way. Maybe it's hard for them to live with the guilt of what they've done. So, please, forgive them. So you can also go on with your life. So you can be free,…
  • The Art of Being Alone (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    28 Jul 2014 | 2:59 pm
    Being alone. Some people can't stand it, some people can, to the point of enjoyment. When you're okay being alone, it's when you're ready to have someone in your life. Otherwise you will come across as needy, and that is unattractive. You have to find something you love doing. Something that you enjoy, something that doesn't require others' company. For example, I have a YouTube channel, and I enjoy making videos, I make one each day. I talk in them and let my thoughts out.You have to find your own thing. Being alone is not the end of the world. There are so many things you can do to enjoy…
  • You're Not Good Enough (Blog)

    Violines Y magia
    2 Apr 2014 | 2:23 pm
    "You're Not Good Enough"Everyone at some point in their lives, feels like they're not good enough. And that is because we tend to measure ourselves with society's rules. If you do this, you will never feel like you're good enough, that's because society expects perfection. You are never going to be perfect. But you can be what YOU want to be.The big question is, are you what you want to be? If so, then you're good enough. Because it's our own opinions that matter. No matter how you live your life, someone is gonna disagree. There's no one perfect human being; besides perfection is relative.
 
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    More than Words !

  • We are Cyborgs with Beating Hearts !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    22 Oct 2014 | 8:24 pm
    It seems to me that, Art and Creativity, is the journey toward trans-humanism. Where technology is the basis of growth, and imagination is the basis of unlimited universal access. We are cyborgs with beating hearts. Our devices are the active part of our being. And in so many ways we are the part of the worldwide mechanics and technology. From a light-bulb to an artificial heart. We have reached to the point, where natural and 'what is supposed' to be unnatural, find the perfect synchronicity.We are the cosmo-immortals.Humans, have always felt so, deep within. Philosophers, Yogis and Prophets…
  • Soulful Grooves, C'est la vie !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    19 Oct 2014 | 7:12 pm
    Once upon a time,there lived an earphone.She was painted in white,and made to soundjust so right.But one day she died.The thing islike some puzzle pieces,she could not be solved.So, forever-she remained unsolved.I met her,in her soulful grooves.Hastily she said her words,her language improper,improbable.I only had silence,my language, swinging with metaphors.Her sound always frolicking-traveled to the distantland of my heart.But one day she died.With her he died.C'est la vie.Photo Credit: http://indulgy.ccio.co/xE/a3/J5/274719645989722626EYRYluFnc.jpg
  • The Sacred Talisman

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    18 Oct 2014 | 7:46 pm
    T'ai-Chi;means the beam-sustaining the roof. The curvy roads, leading to the sacred Talisman. Where, his roof-sustains her beam. Abracadabra.She awakens her 'Genii'- The Genii Says, 'I shall grant you three wishes' She says,let 'Aphrodite' be her consort, in this eternal journey where every curve speaks a thousand words:of silence to his soul. Let her voice, be his epiphany.The gift beyond Dionysus's wine. And finally, let him imbue himself in her. Where the mystical Talisman-survives the falling of the roof,and…
  • Tantra: The Forbidden Fruit (Part 1)

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    18 Oct 2014 | 2:48 am
    Tantra has always remained a very mischievous topic. For the simple fact that, tantra identifies life as the pure form of bliss, and not suffering. For a practitioner of Tantra, every situation and every happening is a great opportunity to understand the ultimate. Let me just present a story, for understanding how absurd tantra can be. "Once there lived a great yogini. Her name was Laksminkara (provider of fortune). She was born in a royal family in Udyana (modern day swat valley in Pakistan). The king decided to get her married at an very early age. But she refused to get married…
  • Her Dalliance !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    17 Oct 2014 | 8:16 pm
    Eyes infectious of wonders,Yes, I wonder. Her smiles reminding of altars, of gods-of beautiful intoxications. Her hands freezing, in the epicenter of summer. Her inferences standing-illogical with troubles. Who is she I wonder ?In her heart, a metamorphosis:changing, transformingtranscending all of my heart's ember. Her felicity, reminding me of autumn, in disguise of december. This ethereal imbrications,of woebegone adventure. This ripple of emulation-fizzle of repetitions. Her penumbra derivations,jilted with…
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    Miklos Arany

  • Waking from Dream to Dream

    MA
    23 Oct 2014 | 12:45 pm
    The cuckold’s fury overslept Alarm blaring like a mad siren Thunder rolling silently in sleep. Rage like a loaded gun on fire is A wolf gnawing through its own Trapped limb serpent devouring Itself and constricting the world. The enemy lies within spinning Self-deluding stories and foolish Dreams of self-destruction by The murder of innocents whose Dreams diverged to demand A simple change of everything.
  • Seize Disaster

    MA
    13 Oct 2014 | 9:15 am
    Scruples can be cowardice in drag Everything handed away in anticipation of loss Life unlived because it doesn’t last Stars falling without ever being light
  • Blood Tides

    MA
    11 Oct 2014 | 10:31 pm
    The desert always calls Heart of the world longing to be filled Pale moon waning
  • Les Jardins de Roses

    MA
    10 Oct 2014 | 10:55 am
    A second skin of white silk shimmering with promise, Smiling, bright eyes and a wreath of roses, perfection. Some things echo in time without fading, heartbeats Even as the ever-rising sun, the self-succeeding self. Wish my plane had gone down in the desert long ago, Wish I had the warm sand’s soft embrace, orginal skin Unsweet, unsheathed, solace endless as forgetting. Need the end come before the beginning, last & first?
  • Bearing Lightness

    MA
    8 Oct 2014 | 4:45 pm
    I’d happily bear lightness Instead of continually returning To the rose garden to find All the roses gone, the beds Turned over, the dishes broken And house forlorn, no home On Earth but a wish lost In a fountain, fallen down a well Longing itself divides me From the lightness I long for And I loathe my empty heart
 
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    Walking Is Still Honest

  • The Words of Inviting Speak

    hrholt1986
    24 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    Speaking with Strangers by Valentina Cano There’s a line of lipstick smudged into a fan above her top lip. It moves with each word, creasing itself over and over into origami birds that fly over mentions of podiatrist’s appointments and items missing from shopping lists. The only part of her body with flight. Speaking with Strangers II He swings his ponytail as he walks, swatting thoughts. He speaks to me from too far and his voice is just a white noise of consonants. He invites me to inch closer into the circumference of his voice, but I step back, ebbing away from unspoken demand.
  • The Disrupting Effort of Cheer

    hrholt1986
    23 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    Procedure by Neil Fulwood They’ve made an effort: cheerful décor, in-date magazines, seating arranged asymmetrically as if disrupting order could con us out of our fears, as if we’d forget this is a waiting room. Second storey, plate glass windows like an IMAX screen. Are architects untroubled by vertigo? Below, a scene without a soundtrack: trucks and heavy plant, workmen colour-coded into anonymity by hi-viz tabards and hard hats, the scarred landscape of redevelopment. Those of us on the orthopaedic list do our best to ignore the guy operating the pneumatic drill. All of us do our…
  • Sections of Fog Coalesce

    hrholt1986
    22 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    Jigsaw by Neil Fulwood Almost forgotten on waking, it begins piecing itself together as I stumble downstairs and coax hot water out of reluctant taps. Edging pieces assemble into an outline as I leave the house. My subconscious rummages in the box during the drive to work. Sections coalesce. An image gains definition in the upper right, where the stamp would be if this were a postcard from the other side. Maybe it is. Mid-morning, the picture’s formed. The dream rolls its fog back over me. A field or hillside grey with mist, and Tony was there. Tony, a decade or more gone but everything he…
  • The Stumbling Rhythm of Storms

    hrholt1986
    21 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    Lake Storm by Spencer Connell The wind is strong enough to parasail with this tent. But instead, I sit and exhale as if smoking, and watch the tarp rise and fall at rhythm with my stomach. Twice I have refolded my jacket pillow, following the creases as if they were plot lines in a novel, while the plants blow from left to right. The wind is strong enough to pull the stakes from the earth and toss them across the lake, rising and falling like a feather never touching the ground. It was a quick thing, the storm coming over the sawtooth tree- line, then across the lake and turning its top to…
  • How Scars Bloom Beyond Summer

    hrholt1986
    20 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    retroburst by Joseph Victor Milford I am tired tonight beyond all summer wasps. The sounds of the city let me go back to the horde of uninhibited soul. Dare I say the word soul? Or the word uninhibited? Please don’t take my pain away; I justify my pill. A Prometheus to myself, a gasoline Phoenix Viking firestorm wingbeat and stones and meteors hurled by it, a comet whose ache defines it. I have a scar on my right shoulder from barbed-wire, but, I pretend it was Psyche and her lamp. And I have a scar on my cock; I pretend it was Pleasure, her daughter. Off of my chin drips quicksilver. I am…
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    Gatsby's Abandoned Children

  • Paranoid pools under eyes

    Jeremiah Walton
    24 Oct 2014 | 12:12 pm
    An ant bathes in the lower lip of a waterfall’s open mouth Babylon topples into prison custody The colors of the wind pierce Harlem’s nipples Christ died a virgin, twice. St. Louis moon amuses my paranoia Holding book burnings of my poetry collection Tagged: creative writing, culture, lit, literature, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, write, writers, writing
  • Shooting the cats on your tablet

    Jeremiah Walton
    20 Oct 2014 | 12:11 pm
    I Can’t Smash My Computer or don’t go train hopping with a tablet. you’ll get shanked Spent years of work humping Google Years writing shit and okay shit Compiling manuscripts, sending submissions Optimizing my blog Publishing zines and anthologies Promoting submission calls Responding to tweets Coordinating cross promotions Hunting designers who’d work for free because I’m horrible at making your art look sexy in print Performing, slamming, fucking, [remove vulgarity here], editing & damn The Muse is dead. I want to ditch everything I’ve worked for…
  • Reading poetry to lions

    Jeremiah Walton
    20 Oct 2014 | 12:07 pm
    We need to read poetry to lions. We need to convince ourselves our creativity can change the world. Everyone does at least a little bit of that. Anarchism is taking responsibility for who you are and what you believe in. Your actions and memories are the composition of who you are. Who you are is the constant aspects of you no matter the environment. Spirituality is composed of your memories. To create spiritually, do not contend to the notions of what should and shouldn’t be. Eyes steeping in burning pots of sun flowers. Sun flowers are enough of a reason to kill. I realized this…
  • Lick me

    Jeremiah Walton
    19 Oct 2014 | 3:11 pm
    These are my personal voices any may use them. These are my personal songs any may sing them. Let’s get lost in the 100 acre wood Make love without touching each other touching ourselves in front of each other feeling like pre-mature ejaculation then shoving your tongue inside her because you don’t want to leave her unsatisfied. Tagged: artist, author, creative writing, lit, literature, poem, poems, poet, poetry, writing
  • Collaboration piece

    Jeremiah Walton
    18 Oct 2014 | 12:10 pm
    We drive sun strained roads watching Colorado rain wet open fields. A beaten conversion van waiting to die collaborates with Time for poems I’ll never write. Tagged: creative writing, lit, literature, poem, poems, poet, poetry, write, writers, writing
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    Poetic Hope

  • I Love thee Purple

    25 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    I love thee nowI love thee laterI love thee sidewaysI love thee strait I love thee goofyI love thee seriousI love thee thenI love thee nowI love thee alwaysI love thee foreverBy Joseph Kemper © 3 April 2014I hope you like the poemPlease remember to comment, like, and shareThank you.You can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems-Volume/dp/1492992933
  • Daily Poetic Expressions

    24 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    First my QueenShe is mineAnd deserves allOnce for meA poetic soulNeeds to breatheThen the challengeAsked for threeDay by dayBy Joseph Kemper © 3 April 2014I hope you like the poemPlease remember to comment, like, and shareThank you.You can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems-Volume/dp/1492992933
  • The Gospel of Christ

    23 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    It brings hope and comfortIt brings peace and powerIt brings strength and knowledgeTo me it gives me a chanceA chance to serveA chance to followA chance to obeyHope and comfortPeace and powerStrength and knowledgeAre nice and allBut that is not what I seekI want to obey his wordBecause that is what I promised to doI want to follow his councilFor my heart longs to learn of his waysI want to serve my LordAs that is where my joy is foundBy Joseph Kemper © 2 April 2014I hope you like the poemPlease remember to comment, like, and shareThank you.You can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love…
  • I Am the Lucky One

    22 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    You are often the one who Needs a shoulder to cry on But I am the lucky one You are often the one who Is doubting and fearful But I am the lucky one You are often the one who I spend hours on end helping out But I am the lucky one I am the lucky one Because I get to help you I get to help an angel I am the lucky one Because I get to have angel tears Bathe my shoulder time and time again I am the lucky one Because I get to love you And feel your love flowing back By Joseph Kemper © 2 April 2014 I…
  • All Tuckered Out

    21 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    There she sleeps Tuckered out When I wake her up She will likely not even remember Going to sleep And I'll likely have a really good laugh As she fumbles her way around the room But still I wonder What gifts does heaven have in store For us In that tuckered out beauty Who is dreaming of me Joining her By Joseph Kemper © 1 April 2014I hope you like the poemPlease remember to comment, like, and shareThank you.You can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here…
 
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    Awesome Poetry

  • O brave soul

    Priyanshi Dass
    21 Oct 2014 | 6:14 pm
    The new dawn calls your name O philosopher, this journey will be long The world will never be the same O brave soul, the heavens will sing your song Don’t wait for the snow O traveler, ‘tis time to leave this land But before you go O dreamer, leave a footprint in the sand The post O brave soul appeared first on Awesome Poetry.
  • Journey with a Dream

    Priyanshi Dass
    16 Oct 2014 | 6:19 pm
    I have dreamt a little dream Tucked it in, safe and snug In that little corner of my mind Resting, ‘til it feels that tug When my heart gives a call As it sees my eyes begin to awaken The dream will break its slumber The cloak of past defeats, gladly forsaken I stand, eager and willing To embark proudly into the night With confidence my armor And my only friend, the moonlight Shadows no longer scare me As they follow me down the road My doubts and insecurities left behind No worries, I’ve finally broken the code I wade through the darkness To reach the other side My nervous charm’s not…
  • Life is Learning

    Priyanshi Dass
    14 Oct 2014 | 5:55 pm
    The post Life is Learning appeared first on Awesome Poetry.
  • 7 Minutes

    Priyanshi Dass
    10 Oct 2014 | 5:03 pm
    My nose starts to sting, warning an arrival of tears Bottom lip quivering; fists clenched on my sheets 360 degrees of the ceiling fan and I’m spinning fears Its 7 minutes to midnight and you’re not here Staring aimlessly at the glow-in-the-dark clock face I’ve counted all those sheep; 1 to 1000 and 1000 to 1 Tick-tock goes the clock, and love you’re too far to chase Its 6 minutes to midnight and your scent isn’t near The thundering sounds of memories knocking down my guard 1 2 3; Ready Set Go; Bang! And my walls start crumbling down I fell lying down and love you won’t heal my…
  • Nature’s Bliss

    Priyanshi Dass
    6 Oct 2014 | 5:49 pm
    The post Nature’s Bliss appeared first on Awesome Poetry.
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    A Blog By Rohan Bhardwaj

  • 5 Fruits For A healthy Living

    rohan bhardwaj
    24 Oct 2014 | 2:41 am
    Health is the prime factor for a happy living. We often run into trouble in various situation where we don't get the perfect job, home or environment for work. Did you found yourself worried when your health was not perfect?Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Business Demands Lies

    rohan bhardwaj
    22 Oct 2014 | 8:09 am
    The fact that most business becomes successful is because of their lies, the thing is very simple- you need a lie to buy the product. Here it is how it works.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • A Poem Of Pain

    rohan bhardwaj
    20 Oct 2014 | 5:42 am
    We all go through pain, it is for our benefit. Struggle is the life and life without it is mere happiness which will not be felt. We need to have the balance of good and bad, pain and win, sorrow and happiness to lead a fantastic life.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • 7 Ways To Earn More Money

    rohan bhardwaj
    17 Oct 2014 | 1:35 pm
    Money is the lucrative thing we all work for each day. Do you wish for a magical thing which will increase your bank balance with little extra effort? You are in the right place. This won't make you rich, but definitely you will be amazed on the new streams of money.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • 10 Reasons Why Your Love Life Sucks

    rohan bhardwaj
    14 Oct 2014 | 12:06 pm
    We all wish for a better love life than our present scenario, but we fail in desperation. Does this sound like you? Don't worry, you are not alone. Many people are great lovers, but they often fail to spice their love life and end up being sad in the process.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
 
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    Poetry Lobby

  • Impeach And Prosecute Obama

    poetrylobby1
    4 Oct 2014 | 12:50 pm
    http://www.mrctv.org/embed/12966Share Click The Link To Support Impeachment And Share
  • Domestic Violence Poem

    poetrylobby1
    15 Sep 2014 | 7:59 pm
    This is about, more than just another headline, for mainstream media But domestic violence, and the emotion, it continues bringing up It shouldn’t be spun, for political propaganda Instead, finally get victims, to fight back and stand up Be a message of empowerment, for young woman growing up To reach out to broken homes, and say the world will show you love For the woman, afraid of going home, that live in battered woman’s shelter’s Life can be much better, but we must choose to clean it’s filters   Poetry Lobby Store: Click Here For Secure Link To Store 
  • Missed Connections Poem

    poetrylobby1
    11 Sep 2014 | 7:25 am
    Weather your walking down the street, and see someone highly attractive  Or it’s 5 P.M. In rush hour traffic Missed connections, often happen in life Just walking down the street, not speaking, could be the difference between staying single and meeting your wife I’ve heard stories of people who met their better half in a super market  How epic, picture finding your spouse, in a super target By not talking, to that girl in English class Could subtract your significant other, but I was never good in math These days, missed connections even happen on the internet Go talk to that…
  • Are Vaccines Safe Poem

    poetrylobby1
    9 Sep 2014 | 12:57 pm
    It’s widely believed that the influx in autism diagnosis, is linked to forced vaccination I’m not trying discredit this industry, this is purely for public education Numbers indicate, that Autism rates are now  1 in 68, up 30% in the last two years You would think doctors would caution users of the risk, but instead, kick vaccines in higher gear In a industry, that infinitesimally regulated, by FDA and CDC, you get leaders committing criminal acts Who instead act on personal interest, protecting industry policy, and covering up facts  Protect your children, friends, community,…
  • 3 Best Poetry Sites Ever

    poetrylobby1
    8 Sep 2014 | 12:28 pm
       Allpoetry is number one on the list, because it is hands down the most popular poetry platform of all time. Weather you want to meet like minded poets, or simply just browse others poems. They also have writing courses to help those of you who are beginners in the poetry field. Along with forums, contest etc. which make it the most engaging, they also let you share links to your work, very simply and easy to navigate. Earning it the number one spot on my list, click the link at beginning of this paragraph for a secure link to their site.    Poetry Foundation is mostly popular because…
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