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  • On the Screened Porch By Elizabeth Biller Chapman

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    20 Sep 2014 | 11:00 pm
    By Elizabeth Biller Chapman
  • Corrimal man will recite poetry to anyone who'll listen

    Poetry News
    21 Sep 2014 | 6:16 am
    The retiree gets a kick out of reciting poetry to anyone willing to listen; a talent that has seen him dubbed the NSW and Queensland bush poetry champion. Mr Scrivens took out the NSW title last weekend at the state championships in Binalong, the birthplace of Banjo Paterson.
  • Working from home

    Samantha Reynolds
    15 Sep 2014 | 9:19 pm
    I have a meeting with a graphic designer who I also consider a friend but still I text her to say I’m running late and she should come right in and then it occurs to me that she might hear the hum of my breast pump from downstairs so I text her to tell her what I’m up to I add a lot of exclamation marks to make it seem funny or at least less awkward but when I read it over it appears as frenetic as I feel then the baby wakes up early so we try to make her happy by letting her chew the graphic designer’s pen while we try to unpack a conversation out of a knot of interruptions I make her…
  • Carlos Andrez Gomez - New York, Woman

    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry
    19 Sep 2014 | 12:00 am
    Carlos Andres Gomez on IndieFeed Performance Poetry.  Show number 1390.
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku
    Wade Kwon
    20 Sep 2014 | 10:00 pm
    She gave up her locks so others could cover their naked scalps with love. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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  • Corrimal man will recite poetry to anyone who'll listen

    21 Sep 2014 | 6:16 am
    The retiree gets a kick out of reciting poetry to anyone willing to listen; a talent that has seen him dubbed the NSW and Queensland bush poetry champion. Mr Scrivens took out the NSW title last weekend at the state championships in Binalong, the birthplace of Banjo Paterson.
  • American Life in Poetry - Sun, 21 Sep 2014 PST

    21 Sep 2014 | 2:41 am
    Receive FREE access by logging in to or creating your Spokesman.com account. We're at the end of the gardening season here on the Great Plains, and the garden described in this poem by Karina Borowicz, who lives in Massachusetts, is familiar to tomato fanciers across the country.
  • Music inspired by art, poetry opens Grand Rapids Symphony's 2014-15 season

    20 Sep 2014 | 11:03 pm
    Violinist James Crawford, concertmaster of the Grand Rapids Symphony, was soloist in Ralph Vaughan Williams' "The Lark Ascending" to open the orchestra's 2014-15 season on Friday, Sept. 19, in DeVos Performance Hall.
  • Music and Poetry Saturday and Sunday in Waldoboro Village

    20 Sep 2014 | 7:26 pm
    On Saturday, 27 September, 6:30 p.m., there will be a folk, blues, jazz jam at Old Number Nine , Friendship Street, next to the drug store in downtown Waldoboro. Everyone is welcome to bring their acoustic instruments, snacks, beverages and talent.
  • Get ready for Surbiton Festival

    20 Sep 2014 | 8:33 am
    At once a literary salon, a grand prix, a business conference and more, this year'sSurbiton festival - rebranded The Surbo - will be bigger than ever. And, for the first time, organisers have set aside the Wednesday of the festival week for poetry workshops, writing discussions and more, run by authors acclaimed locally and nationally.
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  • Working from home

    Samantha Reynolds
    15 Sep 2014 | 9:19 pm
    I have a meeting with a graphic designer who I also consider a friend but still I text her to say I’m running late and she should come right in and then it occurs to me that she might hear the hum of my breast pump from downstairs so I text her to tell her what I’m up to I add a lot of exclamation marks to make it seem funny or at least less awkward but when I read it over it appears as frenetic as I feel then the baby wakes up early so we try to make her happy by letting her chew the graphic designer’s pen while we try to unpack a conversation out of a knot of interruptions I make her…
  • Some kind of rapture

    Samantha Reynolds
    14 Sep 2014 | 7:42 am
    We walk around the lake and you are grumpy because that boy at the playground told you Let it Go was a stupid song and when you told him he was a bad person he said he could punch you if he wanted to and I am grumpy too because I’ve been trying to get your sister to sleep in the stroller for two hours and I don’t want to carry her because of the kink in my neck which is when we see her dressed in black on a bench her music stand set up beside the path her cello between her legs I ask her if she’ll play us something and she’s shy so I can’t hear what she says but the music comes rich…
  • Unusual names

    Samantha Reynolds
    8 Sep 2014 | 9:54 pm
    As we drive past the old post office with the big clock tower that you call Big Ben you ask me like you always do if we can go in there it’s closed I tell you and this time it really is can I ever go in there I tell you a friend of mine got married there I tell you that you don’t know them but they have two kids Amy and Joe those are unusual names you say which makes me laugh all the way home.
  • Turning four

    Samantha Reynolds
    6 Sep 2014 | 7:06 pm
    Birthdays must feel rather sudden when you’re young everyone shouting how special you are for one day giving you presents and letting you eat whatever you want it’s no wonder I found you upstairs halfway through the party with your old babysitter quiet on the couch as she read you a book your cousin has a present for you I told you and as we walked downstairs you asked me even though I’m four can things go back the way they were
  • Getting old

    Samantha Reynolds
    5 Sep 2014 | 8:33 pm
    The insult is not that we die at the end because that grief will not be ours neither is it the groaning sag of our bones or the grey in our everywhere the real fear is the threat of some point in time that is unmarked and on the other side a slow erasing of who we thought we were and lethargy where there used to be hope.
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

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    Wade Kwon
    20 Sep 2014 | 10:00 pm
    She gave up her locks so others could cover their naked scalps with love. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • all thumbs

    Wade Kwon
    19 Sep 2014 | 10:00 pm
    In the digital age, are we our devices or mere bags of flesh? Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • mother nature whispers

    Wade Kwon
    18 Sep 2014 | 10:00 pm
    She sends her regards for a resplendent autumn with a cooling breeze. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • some ones and super zeroes

    Wade Kwon
    17 Sep 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Binary problems: It works or it don’t; advance or remain in place. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the patron saint of empires

    Wade Kwon
    17 Sep 2014 | 9:35 am
    St. Sterling brought forth new commerce, and the people bankrupted themselves. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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  • Vows, Powers and Federalism: Post-Referendum

    19 Sep 2014 | 2:48 am
    So that’s a No vote in the referendum and I hear people from both sides of the debate already looking to the future, a future in which the Scottish Parliament is to be given greater powers. People in England too are talking about change. Everyone remarks on how the turnout was a great thing for democracy and involvement (I agree) and on how change is now inevitable. I suspect radical change is inevitable but these may not constitute the change voters in Scotland wanted or expected. I think we have a massive problem. David Cameron, far craftier than he often appears, has immediately shifted…
  • Late Reflections on the Scottish Independence Referendum

    15 Sep 2014 | 1:49 am
    1. We are asked whether we want to be an independent country. Someone from the Conservative Party says we’d be better with the UK’s “safety net”. He likes being safe and is very worried about all that... stuff out there. Like bewildering trapezes, perhaps. Really, how you vote may depend on how scared you feel. But the safety net is mythological. There is no real safety net. 2. It’s interesting to hear that some Conservatives appear to support a dependency culture when it comes to Scotland. They complain about subsidies we are supposedly being given and then do everything in their…
  • Six Poets at the Fruitmarket Gallery 2014

    14 Aug 2014 | 6:14 am
    Friday 15 August, The Fruitmarket Gallery, 45 Market St, Edinburgh: you can hear six poets for the price of only £5, and it's a great line-up:Simon BarracloughIsobel DixonA.B. JacksonRob A. MackenzieAndrew PhilipChrissy WilliamsYou can read a poem by each of the poets on Isobel Dixon's blog, Toktokkie.For me, this is always one of the highlights during the Edinburgh Festival time and would be even if I wasn't reading in it. The Gallery is a great venue and the readers are always excellent. I'll be reading some new material and I'm sure that's true of everyone. We'll kick off fairly sharp at…
  • Lines from Poems I Read Early This Morning and Liked

    10 Apr 2014 | 1:09 am
    Fleeting tails in a corner of emptinessjust leaving the frame,the photographer filming swallowshas to learn to love failure, how the almost having of the thingis true in itself.Gabeba Baderoon, ‘’Learning to love failure’ (from A Hundred Silences)*So I drink to become herto tug the stubborn roots of the heart, sap the pastof its fading film and amber ore, snap the branchesof time because in a blink it is only scent that remains       and tonight darling even the sea is thirsty.Janette Ayachi, ‘Passing Places’ (from A Choir of Ghosts)*Layabout, M, 43,…
  • Hidden Door Festival 2014: An Appreciation

    8 Apr 2014 | 9:39 am
    The Hidden Door Festival took place over nine days in Edinburgh from 28 March–5 April 2014. HD had hired 23 of the city’s disused vaults and transformed them into art showrooms, music venues, bars and other performance spaces, which included poetry. It was a monumental achievement to put an exciting programme together and utilise such a space. It was free during the daytime and a charge was made for the extensive evening line-ups. David Martin and his HD organising team deserve a massive round of applause.I got there on two nights. First of all on Saturday 30th March. I saw a little music…
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  • The Tippler Emily

    20 Sep 2014 | 9:50 pm
    I taste a liquor never brewed — From Tankards scooped in Pearl — Not all the Vats upon the Rhine Yield such an Alcohol! Link!
  • Happy Birthday, W.C.W.

    20 Sep 2014 | 4:10 pm
    William Carlos Williams‘s birthday was this last week, and Adam Kirsch writes about the poet for New York Review of Books. Though he argues that “today it would be hard to find a reader of poetry who would not acknowledge William Carlos Williams as one of the major American modernists” Kirsch still has to face the question, “why is it, then, that almost fifty years after his death, the reputation of [Williams] still seems to be haunted by a ghost of uncertainty?”Link!
  • Small Blades Hurt poetry reading Tuesday, Sept. 23 at Stetson

    19 Sep 2014 | 10:38 pm
    Stetson University’s Sullivan Creative Writing Program, headed by Terri Witek, Ph.D., professor of English and Sullivan Chair in Creative Writing, will present renowned poet Erica Dawson to read from her second collection of poetry The Small Blades Hurt at 7:30 p.m. Tuesday, Sept. 23, in Stetson’s Gillespie Museum, 234 E. Michigan Ave., DeLand.Link!
  • CA: Poetry Readings with Susan Rawlings and Rebecca Radner

    19 Sep 2014 | 7:07 pm
    Poetry News: Join local authors Susan Rawlings and Rebecca Radner for an evening of delightful poetry. Susan and Rebecca will alternate reading, and they encourage requests from the audience.Get details here!
  • CA: KBLX Presents Largest Poetry Show at Historic Bal Theatre

    19 Sep 2014 | 7:04 pm
    Poetry News: KBLX and Budweiser will present the largest and most anticipated poetry show in the Bay Area, starring Khoree the Poet and featuring Rick Alexander and Dre Rivers of Verbal Sax on Nov. 8 at The Historic Bal Theater in San Leandro, which seats 750 people. Corey Page, more commonly known as Khoree the Poet, has been performing spoken word poetry since 2010.Full link here!
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  • Sor Juana revisitada en una edición crítica de lujo

    28 Aug 2014 | 7:30 am
  • 24 May 2014 | 10:47 pm

    24 May 2014 | 10:47 pm
    New Zealand author Iain Britton just launched his latest poetry collection, Photosynthesis: http://kilmogpress.wordpress.com/2014/04/21/iain-britton-photosynthesis-2014/You can read a recent interview with him in The Missing Slate: http://themissingslate.com/2014/02/23/poet-of-the-month-iain-britton/#.U3sxpK2Sw9s
  • League of Independent Vietnamese Writers

    11 Mar 2014 | 5:10 pm
     The following document should be of great interest to all of us committed to freedom of expression. It is an announcement of the intention of 60 leading Vietnamese writers to found a League of Independent Vietnamese Writers. Why is this of interest? Because decision-making in the publishing world of Vietnam is largely in the hands of the powerful Vietnamese Writers Association, which is state-sponsored. Members of the association are limited in number, and each enjoys a powerful and well-paid patronage, including a car and driver. It is equivalent, I'm told, to the military…
  • New Objectivists – Nouveaux Objectivistes – Nuovi oggettivisti

    7 Jan 2014 | 6:12 am
       New Objectivists – Nouveaux Objectivistes – Nuovi oggettivisti(Loffredo, 2014)http://goo.gl/x13tSkPapers and essays from the 2012 symposium + prose pieces + poemsTable of contents (and Preface by Cristina Giorcelli) here:http://www.loffredo.it/ecomm2/file/1387186986-intgio.pdf[ texts by Cristina Giorcelli, Bob Perelman, Rachel Blau DuPlessis, Noura Wedell, Maria Anita Stefanelli, Luigi Magno, Geneviève Cohen-Cheminet, Benoît Auclerc, Jean-Marie Gleize, Annalisa Bertoni, Jean-Jacques Poucel,…
  • Signs of life of signs / differx. 2013

    17 Dec 2013 | 9:57 am
        (some notes from an e-mail to Tim Gaze, Sept., 2013)Maybe (linear or nonlinear) “experimental writing” and “visual poetry” are simply first definitions of the vast living environment of works made by the worldwide community of people involved in asemic (and so pansemic) writing and in the making of abstract stuff. And: about the words “writing” and “abstract” —maybe they’re narrow definitions of areas of signs. A suitable term could be “sign” indeed.The life of signs is perhaps the ‘thing’ we try to deal with. A “sign” is an entity…
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    Poems and Poetics

  • Jerome Rothenberg: After Gorky’s “The Betrothal,” Poem & Autovariation, 1966 & 2014

    Jerome Rothenberg
    18 Sep 2014 | 3:05 am
    Arshile Gorky, "The Betrothal," 1947Using the procedure of “variations” that I began with The Lorca Variations(1993) I turn it again toward my own earlier work & show, below, both a poem from 1966 & the corresponding autovariationfrom 2014.   In the present instance I’ve gone back to a poem written & published as part of a book called “The Gorky Poems,” and, as in the  “variations” I’ve done from other poets, I systematically remove all nouns from the original & use them as building blocks or what Jackson Mac Low used to call “nuclei” in the…

    Jerome Rothenberg
    8 Sep 2014 | 2:43 pm
  • Diane Rothenberg: From “The Economic Memories of Harry Watt” (The Setting & the Text)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    5 Sep 2014 | 4:18 am
    Harry Watt, right, with Ed Curry [To be published in 2015 as part of an expanded & revised edition of Diane Rothenberg’s Mothers of the Nationby Nine Point Publishing in Bridgton, Maine]  The SettingWe first met Harry Watt in December, 1967.  Stanley Diamond prepared a letter for us to carry along and telephoned ahead to introduce us.  Diamond was interested in the experiments in translation that my husband, Jerome Rothenberg, was doing and thought that a meeting with some of the singers of the Allegany Seneca, a group among whom Diamond had worked, might be…
  • Jerome Rothenberg & John Bloomberg-Rissman: from the Pre-Face to Barbaric Vast & Wild (Poems for the Millennium, volume 5)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    1 Sep 2014 | 5:40 am
    [What follows is a draft of what will be part of the pre-face to Barbaric Vast & Wild, the assemblage of “outside & subterranean poetry” to be published later this year by Black Widow Press – the de-facto fifth volume of Poems for the Millennium & the culmination for now of a project that began nearly fifty years ago with the original publication of Technicians of the Sacred.  I’m posting it now on Poems and Poetics before I head off for six or seven weeks on the road, to engage in readings & performances in France & Germany, but with the intention of picking…
  • Jake Marmer: Nigun Poems & Poetics

    Jerome Rothenberg
    28 Aug 2014 | 6:14 am
    [Originally published in Current Musicology's recent issue on “experimental writing about music.”]Preface This set of poems grew out of my experiences of listening and finding myself inside nigunim (pl; singular nigunor nign), Chassidic chants — mystical, usually wordless songs used as accompaniment for rituals — weddings, prayers, candle-lightings — collective beckoning of transcendence. The nigun experience is fraught with what Amiri Baraka called, referring to blues, the “re/feeling” — proximity and shape of personal history of encounters…
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    Wild Horses Of Fire

  • 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…
  • Meta-Discourse Talk and Reading (at Akademie Schloss Solitude)

    Thom Donovan
    12 Sep 2014 | 11:08 am
    For the past few years, since the release of The Hole, I have been teaching and giving presentations iterated through the concept of "meta-discourse." The following link is to an audio recording of a presentation I gave this past July at Akademie Schloss Solitude in Stuttgart, Germany.
  • Cara Benedetto's Come Early & Often benefit

    Thom Donovan
    3 Sep 2014 | 4:03 pm
  • Telegenically Dead

    Thom Donovan
    20 Aug 2014 | 4:02 am
    “They want to pile up as many civilian dead as they can. […] They use telegenically dead Palestinians for their cause. They want the more dead, the better.”--Benjamin Netanyahu…the pain of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop--Sean CombsLiving on the Deathstar is a dragLike it were always cuffin seasonNot sacrificeable nor yet the futureWhat remains to be seen and what remainsWho shot ya? It's just like ashing,So ashy it’s like the ash of this songWhat thinking does a universalismBecomes singular, all tragic with its handsUp, suffering this long exhale,…
  • Pratt MFA in Writing kick-off event

    Thom Donovan
    18 Aug 2014 | 6:01 am
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    Comments on: Blog Roll and Music Fiends

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    Blogs About Writing Blogs | exceedthevision
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  • By: Kan

    13 Feb 2006 | 7:43 am
    Oh, the beauty of children discovering all that is wonderful in art and music. Our little N is obsessed with the piano, “sings” along to his favorite CD, and now crawls over to the guitar and bangs on the case when he wants his dad to play. It is amazing to see him developing preferences like this. Olive is welcome to come over and play our piano anytime. I would like us to start taking N to live music & to view art but can’t help being scared of hushed venues. Where do you find out about the shows that you’ve been going to?
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    Sad Poems

  • A Linear Condition

    20 Sep 2014 | 9:32 pm
    tilted signs harvest shadows from the sun. turning sharply on obtuse scars. the maps betray her. the road so delicate when running. that turns fiercely hard when trying to stop. the direction is secondary. it's the terrain that narrates. this bleak fairy tale. all acute metaphors and blunt ironies. chasing the chaotic motion of the loss. pretending to know each other. in nervous stabs. shallow cuts that leave no workable math. the monster in her bed. quietly killing. seldom ghosts. the predator not obvious. the hun soft and fatal. bee stings and puddles manupulating the storm.  the road…
  • Sunken Fences

    16 Sep 2014 | 9:35 pm
    following the stutter of hollow roads. the pictures arrive. ghosts visiting their former skins. colors choking on the greys. she doesn't count how long. time is all sugar and sand. the road gives chase. gravity erupts. athe world is distant. one small pleat in a massive series of folds. the angles are what matter. the geometry is fickle. in the math that we bleed. all smoke and lava.  numbers without faces. distance without weight. too far she whispers. as if someone might be listening. the curiousity of touch overwhelming. closer she confesses. the crush of indifference. like a blank…
  • Waiting on Open Bridges

    14 Sep 2014 | 9:21 pm
    time breathes its incredulous slopes and vagrant spirals. simple paths leading to complex situations. she only knew the angle. the solution required more. she only knew the distance, but could not tell how far. she listened for the traffic as each passing vehicle overtook her. a time machine of sorts. as she let the journey become her path. a little bit of geometry. a handful of algebra. the numbers laughing as she calculates their weight. in flesh. in cum. in all those familiar strangers who convince us we're not alone. the puzzle. an organism. an intelligence. occuring in patterns. too…
  • Processing the Void

    11 Sep 2014 | 9:01 pm
    the road unfolds. like paper. creased and stubborn. like we all are. the shapes come together. slowly. as we press the folds. working. always working to prove. we can change. transform.successfully manage the depths of these shallows. small discrepancies. spoil memory. quiet storms taste her. sips of when. the edge was further. the traffic slows her. the foul pulse of living groans its lazy anthem. all spit and habit in a sweet cocktail of envy and bordeom.. colors churn. voices bend. life is a kaleidoscope of murders. a sharp geometry of moments. randomly devouring each other. the distance…
  • Romancing the Thieves

    8 Sep 2014 | 9:33 pm
    taut division. lapsed space curdles. goes sour. makes us sick. such is the nature of flesh. it rots. and is replaced. by new diseases. every touch is a vaccine. a shadow of the illness. to convince us that we are getting better. the math can't be trusted. it's too literal.all wind and thunder as the weather swells. our fading islands just another bit of emotional trivia. the open window. the heavy ladder. the climb to questions hardly worth the trip. missing places on a fading map.tenative paths through the cull of condition. she clutches the moon. old friends in new disguises. the arrogance…
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  • mmccxxxix

    21 Sep 2014 | 2:51 am
    the harder i think about it,privacy is, well, you tell me,i’d love to hear, cuz i only everthink of the one reason.  sure,we’ve each and all got some-thing of a duplicitous nature.  i blame culture (inasmuchas, you know), and go look-ing for the interesting stuff,how a person or a peoplegot to this point.  or why.  it often starts to be logical.but pretty?  well, i guesswe all want to be pretty.i know i do.  so why do iwake up every morning,get myself looking some-thing like myself, andwalk out actually con-centrating on beingwhoever woke up,same ol’…
  • mmccxxxviii

    19 Sep 2014 | 10:23 am
    I distrust Halloween, as if people weren’t costumed already                                                             —Anselm BerriganThe privacyof the stupidis all fine anddandy in termsof, you know,evolution.  Ex-cept, you know,stupid peopleare simply notprivate.       So,I think tonight,that rather thango as Divine,I’ll just donmy lucky DickNixon face.Cuz, you know.
  • mmccxxxvii

    18 Sep 2014 | 4:37 pm
    To be is to have been and intending to be.                                                        —Etel Adnanu’ve been in here4ever, haven’t u,Olive?   Zero?  O?since the daythe jacks jumpedout of their boxesthru anydayswhen i wdaccident, tell uwhat’s in thebOX (u weren’tsupposed to no).yes those kindsof everydays.esp. the 1’s wherewe’re dressedto the 9’s.  likeu always r.and why shouldn’tu b, my…
  • mmccxxxvi

    17 Sep 2014 | 11:28 am
    I have a sincere desire to change                              —Stephanie YoungThree-wheeled baby.Man, this is gonnaburn.  Man, this isgonna be good.  The heater kicks in.  The heater kicks out.  200 mints and the world keeps starving; keeps on keepin’ on. Tick to the tock.  Tooth to the…
  • mmccxxxv

    16 Sep 2014 | 8:12 am
    what was he    a hyena hitherto?but for the sound of the will o’ the wispblowin’ against a dead mad wind,and our footstepstramplin’ themidnight leavesof the deepdark forest   ...ah, there he was,an elfin heaven!
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  • Thank You Anand Chitipothu...

    Adam Fieled
    20 Sep 2014 | 10:22 am
    Anand Chitipothu, who works both for Internet Archive and for Open Library, has set up a well backed-up repository page for my books here on his own imported version of Open Library. Many thanks to him.
  • Open Library: Full-Text, Other Emendations

    Adam Fieled
    19 Sep 2014 | 2:53 pm
    The following Open Library pages feature links for full-text IA presentations of the respective books, and other emendations: Opera Bufa, Cheltenham, When You Bit..., Apparition Poems, Disturb the Universe, Beams, Two Teens Trilogies, and Equations.
  • Ardent (full album)/ The Story of Ardent

    Adam Fieled
    17 Sep 2014 | 9:32 am
    This mp3 offers the entirety of Adam Fieled's 2004 album Ardent, produced and engineered by Matt Stevenson.
  • Darkyr Sooner EP (Full Album)

    Adam Fieled
    17 Sep 2014 | 8:41 am
    This mp3 offers Adam Fieled's 2000 EP Darkyr Sooner in its entirety. All songs recorded at Buttons Sound, Manhattan, except "Why Won't You See Me Tonight?" at East Side Studios, Manayunk, Philadelphia, and "Song to the Siren" at Main Street West, also in Philadelphia. All songs by Adam Fieled except "Song to the Siren" by Tim Buckley and Larry Beckett.
  • Tears in Fence 60: from "Trilogy" (IA)

    Adam Fieled
    15 Sep 2014 | 4:53 pm
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    Chicano Poet

  • 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
  • 5 Sep 2014 | 3:39 pm

    5 Sep 2014 | 3:39 pm
    El GarracorazonesLike a garrapatahe clung to herthinking that lovewas the real thingcomo una Colathe bueybelieved in the American wayand the American waydid not believe in himso when el ocho pataskicked your assyou knew ithis ocho corazonesbroken by his girlhe cried spider tearsin a dark closetel mero merobrown recluse
  • 4 Sep 2014 | 8:55 am

    4 Sep 2014 | 8:55 am
    Andaba A GatasEl ocho patasandaba a gatascrawledlike a babywas sometimes the shameof his generationhe shat his pantshe puued his sentenceshe might losea leg or twohe might notjump as highbut you can see itin his eyeshe might as well haveocho ojosfor youocho pendejos
  • 3 Sep 2014 | 8:59 am

    3 Sep 2014 | 8:59 am
    Un Trip Thru The Outlet Mallin memory of the Licano poet Big Sal GallinasEl ocho pataswent to the outlet malllookingfor a chavathe young girls in shortswere flashing hortsthere were too manysunglasses for salethe food courtdidn't sell real tacosthe Indian fellowwas yellowthe custodianwas Bodianel ocho patasscattered everywhere
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    Silliman's Blog

  • 20 Sep 2014 | 9:00 pm

    20 Sep 2014 | 9:00 pm
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    Poet Hound

  • 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…
  • Eric Shonkwiler's Above All Men

    6 Jun 2014 | 3:11 am
    Above All Men by Eric Shonkwiler, published by MG Press, is set in the future where drought has devastated the country. Cities empty out as people flee to the country in hopes to farm their way out. Existing farms face the hardships of running out of fuel for their equipment and are forced to grow what little they can by hand. Dust storms sweep across the landscape filling homes and barns with sand. The main character, David Parrish, does his best to help his neighbors and a gullible family duped into believing they can turn their luck around after leaving Atlanta. David’s son, Samuel,…
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    The Best American Poetry

  • Daniel Brown, Guest Author September 22-26

    The Best American Poetry
    20 Sep 2014 | 12:44 pm
    This week we welcome Daniel Brown as our guest author. Daniel's poems have appeared in Poetry, Partisan Review, PN Review, Parnassus, The New Criterionand other journals, as well as a number of anthologies including Poetry 180 (ed. Billy Collins) and Fathers (ed. David Ray). His work has been awarded a Pushcart prize, and his collection Taking the Occasion won the New Criterion Poetry Prize. A new collection, What More?, is forthcoming from Orchises Press in January. Brown’s criticism of poets and poetry has appeared in The Harvard Book Review, The New Criterion, and the onlineContemporary…
  • MEET THE PRESS: January Gill O’Neil in Conversation with Alison Meyers, Executive Director of Cave Canem Foundation

    The Best American Poetry
    20 Sep 2014 | 3:00 am
    JGO: Cave Canem was formed in 1996. What was the inspiration for creating “a home for black poetry?” AM: Toi Derricotte and Cornelius Eady recognized that African American poets were profoundly under-represented in the literary canon, academia, workshops, the world of publishing and literary awards, and elsewhere. Though the Dark Room Collective, founded in 1988, made a historic impact, in 1996, most African American poets were still writing in isolation. In her introduction to The Ringing Ear: Black Poets Lean South, editor Nikky Finney writes, “Derricotte and Eady wanted to bring…
  • Fall Haiku by Stacey Harwood

    The Best American Poetry
    19 Sep 2014 | 4:54 am
    Saturday market In Union Square: Cantaloupes Alongside apples. Confused by weather The woman on the subway Wears socks and sandals. Turning a corner, Into Sixth Avenue wind, The man holds his hat. At Gonzo cafe On Thirteenth, outdoor tables Are empty by eight. Looking up, nothing. On the horizon, two lights Grow brighter, then dim. (from the New York Times, October 4, 2004)
  • Day 5: Loose Ends [by Lisa Vihos]

    Lisa Vihos
    19 Sep 2014 | 4:44 am
    Last night was the 2014 Best American Poetry launch reading, and I surely wish I could have teleported myself to New York to be with you all. I trust you had a great evening. Since this is my last day on the BAP blog, I want to share some random thoughts that I’d hoped would find their way into my posts, but did not: Did you know: That Saturday, September 27 is the fourth annual 100 Thousand Poets for Change world-wide poetry day, happening at a location near you? In 600 cities in 100 countries, poets, musicians, mimes, and artists...
  • Lisa Vihos, Guest Author September 15-19

    The Best American Poetry
    18 Sep 2014 | 1:49 pm
    Lisa Vihos' poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Big Muddy, Forge, Main Street Rag, Red Cedar, Red Fez, Seems, The Camel Saloon, Verse Wisconsin, and Wisconsin People and Ideas.Her poems appear in two anthologies,Villanelles (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets) and Echolocations (Cowfeather Press) and she has published two chapbooks,A Brief History of Mail(Pebblebrook Press) andThe Accidental PresentShe has twice been nominated for a Pushcart prize and has had two previous stints as guest blogger here. By day she is a grant writer at Lakeland College in Sheboygan, Wisconsin. Lisa is the…
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • The Writing Project That Was Heriberto Yépez

    Harriet Staff
    19 Sep 2014 | 2:00 pm
    Guillermo Parra has translated what appears to be a resignation letter from Mexican writer and poet Heriberto Yépez (“called one of the best writers and chroniclers of contemporary Mexico”) (at Chain). “2014 marks 20 years since the beginning of the writing project I’ve created under the signature ‘Heriberto Yépez,’” “Yépez” writes. More: I have decided to conclude this writing project. It can be said that Heriberto Yépez’s oeuvre has concluded. The signature, provisional and only for the following instances, will continue to appear in two…
  • And the First Write-a-House in Detroit Goes to…Casey Rocheteau!

    Harriet Staff
    19 Sep 2014 | 12:30 pm
    Casey Rocheteau, alum of Callaloo Writer’s Workshop and Cave Canem Fellow, and author of the poetry collection Knocked Up On Yes, is the recipient of a new home in Detroit thanks to the Write a House Project. We can’t think of a better winner. More from the Los Angeles Times: Nevermind the headlines about water shutoffs and a high-profile murder trial. Casey Rocheteau, a 29-year-old Brooklyn poet, will be packing up her things to move to Detroit in November. She’s the first winner of the Write a House Project, launched last year to give free homes to writers who commit to…
  • Fanzine Interviews Joyelle McSweeney

    Harriet Staff
    19 Sep 2014 | 11:00 am
    Fanzine interviews Joyelle McSweeney about her recent book, Salamandrine: 8 Gothics (Tarpaulin Sky 2013). We do love it when McSweeney talks about motherhood (and the dark arts): JM: …It actually took one of the so-called milestones of “maturity” for me come into my Gothness—and that was becoming a mother. Almost the instant I gave birth, I suddenly realized how fixed the game is. I realized that corporations were selling me products to supposedly protect my baby girl, and then recalling them (to no fanfare) just a few months later, admitting them to be carcinogens, flame-bearers,…
  • Charles Bernstein’s Papers Acquired by Yale’s Beinecke Rare Book & Manuscript Library

    Harriet Staff
    19 Sep 2014 | 8:36 am
    Great news! Yale University’s Beinecke Rare Book & Manuscript Library has acquired the papers of Charles Bernstein. What a generous gift for future generations of poets and scholars! From the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library blog: The Beinecke Library is delighted to announce the acquisition of the Charles Bernstein Papers; the collection will be available to researchers in 2015. Poet and scholar Charles Bernstein has long been a force in American letters. The author of dozens of books, in the 1970s Bernstein co-founded the influential journal L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E. He is the…
  • Tibetan Poet and Activist Detained

    Harriet Staff
    19 Sep 2014 | 6:00 am
    Yesterday we came across this disappointing news item from Mid Day. Poet and activist Tenzin Tsundue was detained by police ahead of Chinese President Xi Jinping’s visit to India. According to the article: Tsundue, a resident of Dharamshala in Himachal Pradesh, is a well known activist associated with Friends of Tibet (India) and has been held several times earlier for staging protests against Chinese occupation of Tibet, especially when Chinese leaders visit India. To stage a similar protest against Chinese president Xi Jinping, who was scheduled to visit Sabarmati Ashram today…
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • Gristleizers

    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

    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

    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.
  • Business Brunch

    31 Jul 2014 | 4:54 pm
    There is something Hollow when he speaks, Like a dentist’s Repeated mantras, Bus stop gossip Or the forced cry Of children. His hands look Light and hollow, Gently wafting Above his scripts; His hair Doesn’t match His eyebrows And his buzzwords Sound like flies Dizzily drifting Into coffee cups At a business brunch For sales drones, I’m chewing the skin On my thumbs.
  • Lemon Tree

    18 Jul 2014 | 4:13 pm
    The sun whispered In the garden As nature throbbed, A single hummingbird Fluttered Frenetic, Flies buzzed all fussy And the wind Tickled leaves, As we wandered All dazed. A warm blooded sky, Hot light flickering, The weird Clicking crickets And their hypnotic Racket Flowing and growing Like an orchestra Thrumming, A dizzying oddness Pausing our thoughts. We held hands And stared straight at A single fruit sitting At the heart Of a lemon tree Singing, Simple and high pitched, An odd waspish whistle Of witch giggles And wonder, A strange treasure plundered, A sour delight; It was wondrous,…
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    Robert Peake

  • On Becoming British

    Robert Peake
    5 Sep 2014 | 5:44 am
    “So which country is better?” The US Homeland Security Agent glances between me and my passport photo. I try to detect a smile. No luck. I tell him what I now tell everyone–that no place is perfect, that living in the UK really suits us for now, and that each country could learn a lot from the other. He returns my blue American passport, and lets me back in to the country where I was born. Today a second, burgundy-coloured passport arrived, embossed with the Royal Coat of Arms. It is the culmination of four years culture shock, driving lessons, memorisation tests, long…
  • Reaching the Next Generation with Poetry

    Robert Peake
    26 Jul 2014 | 10:50 am
    I never thought of myself as a children’s poet. Yet it was thanks to Dr. Seuss that I began to delight in language itself, and I believe this early contact was crucial to my subsequent love affair with poetry. The tradition continues today, with excellent children’s poetry books coming out in print like In the Land of the Giants by George Szirtes (Salt, 2012). Yet I wonder if reaching children where we increasingly find them–affixed to the glow of a touch-screen device, with the whole of the Internet just a tap away–can be just as effective to instil a love of words…
  • “Buttons” (Award-Winning Film-Poem for Children)

    Robert Peake
    15 Jul 2014 | 10:00 am
    I am delighted to announce that “Buttons” won the judge’s prize in the 2014 Southbank Centre Poetry Film Competition “Shot Through the Heart” children’s category. It will premiere at the prize-giving ceremony on July 18th at the Purcell Room in London. Click here to view the video Buttons Buttons themselves are a kind of love token, they fasten your coat to keep out the damp, and love is each stitch sewn tight and unbroken sticking them down like a well-licked stamp. Buttons make eyes for your stuffed toys to see, which bulge when you squeeze them right up…
  • Push-Bike by Elaine Gaston (Film-Poem)

    Robert Peake
    22 Jun 2014 | 1:00 am
    Click here to view the video Push-Bike Click here to read the text of the poem on the Poetry Society website. Process Notes Valerie and I were honoured to be selected to make a film from one of the seven commended poems in the 2013 UK National Poetry Competition. We admired Elaine Gaston’s “Push Bike” as a poem, and sought to carefully expand on some of its themes with music and visual imagery. I used the camera module on a Raspberry Pi to capture time-lapse of clouds out our front window, and mixed this in with public domain footage from Preligner archives. Valerie composed…
  • Filmpoem 2014, Antwerp

    Robert Peake
    17 Jun 2014 | 7:56 am
    Poets, musicians, and filmmakers from all over the world converged on FelixPakhuis in Antwerp last Saturday for a fantastic day of screenings and conversation. It was a pleasure to see John Glenday again, and to meet outstanding poets like Michael Symmons Roberts and Zeynep Köylü alongside filmmakers like Marc Neys and Adele Myers. You can read more of my thoughts on the day, and view a selection of excellent film-poems from the first screening curated by Alastair Cook, which provides a fine introduction to the genre overall, in my article on the Huffington Post. Click here to read the…
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    The Nahmias Cipher Report

  • Melkam Addis Amet 2014 | Happy Ethiopian New Year!

    Ayanna Nahmias
    8 Sep 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 00:00 AM EDT, 09 September 2014 ADDIS ABABA, Ethiopia – The Ethiopian New Year, which in Amharic is called Enkutatash, commences on 11 September 2014.  The name of this festival harkens back to the revered Queen of Sheba, who upon her return from Jerusalem where she visited King Solomon, brought […]
  • Body Art for the Modern World

    Ayanna Nahmias
    8 Sep 2014 | 6:08 pm
    Paul Van Hevel, Guest Contributor Last Modified: 21:12 p.m. EDT, 8 September 2014 SAN DIEGO, California — Photography and art are prominently featured in The Report. The website is anchored by photography, but artists by virtue of their unique and at times revolutionary view of the world are also presented. Today, we feature a brief […]
  • NASA Embarks on Asteroid Capture Mission

    Sarah Jakubowski
    7 Sep 2014 | 11:11 am
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 14:20 p.m. DST, 07 September 2014 NASA is developing a mission that will “identify, capture, and redirect” a chosen asteroid and set it in orbit around the moon, according to their website. Two designs are being considered: one is a large inflatable bag-like system, the other is a […]
  • Greed is the Hardest Task Master

    Ayanna Nahmias
    21 Aug 2014 | 4:07 pm
    Author Unknown Last Modified: 19:07 p.m. DST, 21 August 2014 Long ago there lived in Northern India a merchant whose wife had died and who went daily from his lonely house in the foothills to the town below, for buying and selling. “I must have a holiday,” he said to himself one day, and he […]
  • War Porn: The Death of James Foley

    Ayanna Nahmias
    20 Aug 2014 | 7:09 pm
    Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 22:10 p.m. DST, 20 August 2014 ALEPPO, Syria — We have become a world of sensates, who require more and more input only to receive less and less gratification. We live in a world, and in fact this website and the millions of others like it, inhabit a sphere dedicated […]
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    Magma Poetry » Blog

  • 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

    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

    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…
  • Blog Review 36 : Jennifer Wong Reviews ‘For My Father’ By Amira Thoron

    Jenny Wong
    5 Sep 2014 | 2:16 am
    Reading Amira Thoron’s For My Father is like trespassing someone’s dream. Through the retelling of childhood memories and family past, she brings the reader on a journey into her private world, a world with hidden fears and recurring questions. Her spare, lyrical language unites the poems, making each image evocative and symbolic, from the screech of a red-tail hawk circling the sky, to the touch of letters engraved on her father’s tombstone. The book opens with a powerful couplet: Water seeks its own level; there is a leak I cannot find. By tracing poignant moments of family past, her…
  • Blog Review 35: Pippa Little Reviews ‘The Years’ by Tom Duddy

    Pippa Little
    15 Jul 2014 | 2:40 am
    I’d only read one poem by Tom Duddy but its simple grace stayed with me. There was a mysteriousness and sweetness to it, a gut feeling that this was a real poem by a real poet (much as I felt when first reading John Glenday’s Grain). It was ‘The Touch’, and, like many of the poems in this posthumous collection, dealt with a rural Irish childhood memory of going running to fetch the doctor and being met on the doorstep by his wife “…whose briskly gentle hands/once fixed my collar as I stood in the rain”. I wanted to discover if Duddy’s other poems had that magic and…
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    Poet Mom

  • 2014 Rona Jaffe Awards Ceremony

    20 Sep 2014 | 10:27 am
    This past Thursday, I was privy to watch my good friend Danielle Jones-Pruett receive a Rona Jaffe Writers Award. The foundation and the prizes are exclusively in support of women writers. Six prizes were awarded this year to Olivia Clare, Karen Hayes, T.L. Khleif, Mara Naselli, Solmaz Sharif, and Danielle, of course. The ceremony on Thursday marked 20 years since the award has been given.It was a wonderful event and, most important, it's the kind of award that encourages emerging writers in their pursuits. Like all of the recipients, Danielle has worked tirelessly on her craft, so I'm…
  • MEET THE PRESS: January Gill O’Neil in Conversation with Alison Meyers of Cave Canem

    20 Sep 2014 | 9:49 am
    The kind folks at Best American Poetry published my conversation with Alison Meyers, Executive Director of the Cave Canem Foundation, and me. My thanks to Alison, and to Nin Andrews for all her help.I attended the second Cave Canem retreat in 1997, shortly after its founding in 1996. The impressive part of the interview, for me, is the list of milestones since 1996. So many honors and accolades since then. Alison has been a huge part of the organizations success. If anything, read the interview to find out how Cave Canen got its name. 
  • Confession Tuesday

    16 Sep 2014 | 3:47 pm
    Happy Tuesday folks. I am writing with from the Gulu, one of the local haunts in Salem (pun intended). The picture is of three of my poet friends who asked me to join them at their table, but I'm so tired and unfocused today that I'm electing to be by myself. I need some quiet time.Tonight is our workshop night, so I'll see them there. ****The past few days I've been working on my reappointment binder. For those not in academia, this is a collection of materials, from syllabi to assignments to everything I did last academic year. I known this was coming since May, but, of course, I…
  • Mass Poetry Festival: Call for Submissions

    16 Sep 2014 | 3:13 pm
    Call for Proposals for the 2015 Massachusetts Poetry FestivalDear Poets, Poetry Organizations, Presses, and Editors:The Seventh Massachusetts Poetry Festival will be held May 1–3, 2015 in beautiful downtown Salem, Massachusetts.The submission period for the festival is now open. You may submit your proposal here. The period will run from September 15 to October 30.Only submissions made in the online form provided will be considered. While there is no fee to submit program proposals, any expenses incurred in the process of submission will be the responsibility of the program/project…
  • Confession Tuesday

    9 Sep 2014 | 8:22 pm
    Happy Confession Tuesday folks!Here's the cover to Misery Islands. Pub date is early November. Yahoo!****I will be reading at this year's Dodge Poetry Festival! WOO HOO! Good lord, I am over-the-moon excited to be at Dodge this year. I've been an attendee since 1996, so you can imagine my excitement to be included with this amazing list of featured poets. Feeling very humble as I type this. Wow!****Should I end my post now? What more can I say? New book, Dodge Poetry Festival--life is good.****Listening to U2's new album. Download it for free from iTunes! LOVE. IT. Five years is much too…
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    Daily Poem With Gods Help

  • Display Refuse

    20 Sep 2014 | 7:39 pm
    Display refuse…-—————————-- Please don’t refuse, These words that I say, Your trust I wanted to use, Or put on display-—————–-copyright 2010 KenneyYoung.comOriginal article: Display Refuse©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Interested Annihilate

    19 Sep 2014 | 7:47 pm
    Interested annihilate…-————————————-- Act like you’re interested, While I pontificate, If you don’t do as I suggested, You I will annihilate-———————--Original article: Interested Annihilate©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Simple Contrast

    18 Sep 2014 | 6:27 pm
    Simple contrast…-—————————-- Simple and difficult, The normal contrast, The same could be the result, Of moving slowly then fast-———————-Original article: Simple Contrast©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Pink Trust

    17 Sep 2014 | 6:51 pm
    Pink Trust…-———————-Pink as a brand new baby’s toes, And trust like only a mother knows, To God I must surrender my worst, I must come second he must come first-———————--Original article: Pink Trust©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Twisted Disconnect

    16 Sep 2014 | 6:56 pm
    Twisted disconnect…-———————————–- Sometimes I have a disconnect, Even though I resisted, Needing to be silent I continue to object, And my words end up twisted-—————————-Original article: Twisted Disconnect©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
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  • A Year More Equals A Year Less

    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

    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

    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…
  • Big Bang Thank You Ma’am

    29 Aug 2014 | 9:50 pm
    The science of emotion goes beyond the truth of one plus one equals two cause sometimes one plus one equals three and one of those three wishes it was two and the whole equation implodes and chemically you can dissect a tear drop but when science can explain its origin is when I’ll become a mathematician.  
  • Godforsaken Poetry

    25 Aug 2014 | 9:30 pm
    The Greeks solved all their dramas with deus ex machina Beckett threw them all a monkey wrench with Waiting for Godot now I write this waiting for my Muses to waltz with my finger tips upon this keyboard dance floor to lead me to where this poem is meant to go if this is it then I want to know why God only knows what my reader must want I guess that’s up to you my deus ex machina to save me from bad poetry because if you like this then this must be good poetry.  
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    The Other Way

  • Burdens of Flesh and Blood

    Tsundere Girl
    19 Sep 2014 | 3:44 am
    Your heart, my dear, is a heavy burden; A heavy burden but you choose to bear it.The pride is evident when you flaunt your choices.You take the prerogative to judge,But don’t judge me my dear, if my heart is light, So light that it is non- existent.Your heart, my dear, is a heavy burden;A burden of flesh and blood: Without respite.And you’re welcome to bear pride in your own choices.Just don’t judge those who don’t share your readinessTo suffer.
  • Carousel of Colors

    Tsundere Girl
    19 Sep 2014 | 3:40 am
    They've told me: “further away can move you closer.” But you’re the farthest you’ve ever been and I don’t feel closer at all. Maybe it just pertains to this mortal plane, The place you’ve gone is substantially further— too far. And why must I spend every day, thinking about it?Why can’t I just move on like they say I should do?Because everyone is imaginary,They’re a spinning carousel and the colors smudge out.You can grasp a horse’s lip here,A tail, a rein, some sparkling pearls;Well the parts are not the whole by far…None of it makes sense until you stand still.
  • Bright days in May

    Tsundere Girl
    30 Mar 2014 | 12:13 pm
    Bright days in MayThey make my heart breakThey raise the veilFrom my hidden stateIt‘s harder than it seems being the sameBeing that girl I was before MayI left your side and walked awaySometimes it feels like I‘m to blameBright days in Maywhen your time cameI could never decide if I was okayI know it‘s wrong, I‘m ashamed to sayI wish for things that contradictAnd the laws of reason are all too strictYou can‘t want that and then want thisBut I can‘t make use of just one trickBright days in MayYou were taken awayI fought half a battle to get you to stayBut who can I blame?And now…
  • The Third Voice is Blind.

    Tsundere Girl
    15 Feb 2014 | 2:00 pm
    You better hope she knows what she‘s doingBecause all she has is venomAnd she‘s part of your skinYou better hope it‘s not an actBecause you take her wordsAnd you build on thatBut you are not her wordsYou are more than her illusionYou can try to be your own eulogyBut it won‘t make senseYou‘re also part of her plansAnd if she‘s wrong, I hope you‘ll still pick upI hope you don’t think, that if you lose herYou lose yourselfShe’s only the third voiceA notch in your shield is always a choiceYou can sweep away all the meaningAnd be left with nothing but truthYou shouldn’t just…
  • No strings attached

    Tsundere Girl
    1 Feb 2014 | 9:59 am
    We live in a world of exasperation,awkwardness, invisibility, dominance,frustration, anxiety, stress, confusion,seclusion, desire, disconnectAnd last but not least distractionWhere there should be so many threadseach interacting, each connecting,we have instead a shared string here and there;Twin weights to fasten it between them,a private world to which othersare simply not invited.Yet others have cut their strings,so that they are impossible to tie down.But they do not float away like soap bubbles-they just stay there- lone weights,with nothing to hold down,no purpose.Sometimes someone will…
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    Hijaabi in the Rain

  • On Beauty and Weddings III

    30 Aug 2014 | 4:52 pm
    Bloodlines disperse with beliefThese generations are untraceableUnteachable , unbelievableI hold my breath when she tells meI feel religiosity stuck in our throatsIt hurts and we divergeLike pebbles in the seaAsk me about beautyI would say she runsLike a glass thread through our heartsTransparency in beingSincerity in action Caught somewhere awkwardWhere unsaid truths tick away another hourThe outcome of our collective childhoodIs bitter sweet tongues andDistance growing weedsA half bloom of flowersthat may never see another springI want to sit where the river splitsI want to…
  • Anonymous

    13 Aug 2014 | 3:36 pm
    Nameless, faceless pills to stifle the egoI am not here to kill my lower selfIf I nurtute her in darkness perhapsThen and only then will she seek lightI should take my hesitations, place themUnder the watching of GodSpeechlessAbsence is an elixr for the restlessAnd such sincerity comes into questionIf the auditorium was emptyHow loud would I speak ?So I'm pealing back the layers to the essenceFind the who behind the whatClarify the why'sBut I am labelledEasily identifiedDiscerning eyes swallow my wordsI speak of goodnessThough there is little goodness in meMay God mask the shame of what I've…
  • Spiritual Limbo II

    28 Jun 2014 | 5:29 pm
    I am lostWanderingVague steps towards GodAssociated negativities pileHearts in their dying breathsPlead , can't you find any goodThe world is muffledThere are layers upon layersNumbing the hurt of livingGuidance flickers in the distanceWhat a beautiful religionWoe to an ugly approachThere are no homes on this borderlineJust a lonely tight ropeTo a garden , they sayBut worldly burdens weighAnd words disappearInto the black canvas of my heart
  • Continuity

    17 Jun 2014 | 4:33 am
    All dirt and no seedsMy mind is a wasteland of thoughtsTrying to find a dreamIts all in simplicityOne foot after the otherBut there are people piling deeds in their sleepA fool would sprint a marathonBut these idle feet grow restlessAnd it isn't about shortcutsJust reassurance that it'll be enoughDreams elude me nowadaysBut I'm searching for a deed so pleasing to GodI think when I find itI won't tell a soulAbout the gardens in my heartReported by ‘Aisha (RA): Allah’s Apostle (peace be upon him) said, “Do good deeds properly, sincerely and moderately and know that your deeds will not…
  • A Gift

    13 Jun 2014 | 1:14 pm
    Bought on whimIt reminded me of you forAll the wrong reasonsMeans meet ends behindA small silver boxAssociations taint our spiritsSins said with our namesTill we forget the sting of unfamiliarityForgive me but the only gift worth givingIs taking you by the hand and runningBut how limp are our handsWe're packaged in liesWe suffocateI'm sending empty parcels to GodHoping he will fill these void vesselsWith lightened chests and a once lost innocence"When the servant performs a sin a black spot appears on his heart, and if he seeks forgiveness this black spot is removed, and if he returns to sin…
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    Dark Matter

  • Commuter Moment

    Tony Brown
    21 Sep 2014 | 7:37 am
    Originally posted 6/27/2008 — original title, “Mass Pike Moment, June 2008.” The pond by the side of the roadis obscured in a green-brown mist.If I wasn’t stuck in trafficI might never have seen that color that may be the result of the sunlightpouring through the green leaves behind it,or perhaps it is caused by the oak pollenso thick in the air that it clearly has changedmore than my breathing. It is something I would not likely have seenif I had gone whizzing by intent on my eventual destination, or if I had noticed itI might have missed its hue,and if it showed up…
  • By the way…my OTHER project is…

    Tony Brown
    20 Sep 2014 | 6:43 am
    I’ve mentioned here and there that I perform much of the time with a tight jazz/rock/funk/folk/what have you band, The Duende Project.  I do the poetry and play a little guitar and cuatro while Steven “Faro” Lanning-Cafaro (electric and upright acoustic bass, nylon string guitar, and archtop jazz guitar), Chris Lawton (electric and acoustic guitars, Dobro, banjo, mandolin), and Chris “O-D” O’Donnell (drums) do the heavy lifting behind that. Here’s a cut from our most recent album, featuring Faro on 5-string electric bass and O-D on drums. Zodiac…
  • Polish Hall, Uxbridge, MA

    Tony Brown
    20 Sep 2014 | 4:15 am
    Originally posted 12/19/2005. nothing has changedexcept for the higher pricesit’s now two seventy-fivefor a jack on the rocksand a bag of chips is now seventy five cents I could end up drinking here all the timethe way I used to drink here all the timethirty-odd years ago some of my old barmates are still drinking here dave parkersue something different now but born boulangerrat guertin we all get to talking rat hits the rest room before he takes off andsuddenly i’m helping dave push rat’s carout into the center of the parking lotwhile it’s locked and runningand then…
  • Phoenix (for Blair)

    Tony Brown
    18 Sep 2014 | 2:49 pm
    Originally posted 7/24/2011.   The cut on my arm reminds me that after the phoenix has flown some always gather around its birth-hearth to stir the ashes with dirty sticks. What do they expect will come of that —  is it the same thing I expected from the blood I drew from myself when I heard he was gone? Did I think that if I drew enough, the phoenix would rise again from where my blood had pooled? I don’t know. I’m old enough to know better but for a second there I became young again and fell in love with childhood magic, believing that if I gave enough and hurt…
  • Obsidian

    Tony Brown
    18 Sep 2014 | 6:32 am
    Originally posted 3/6/2013. A man who has never been rejected is watching women on Highland Street as if Highland Street were the ruins of a Mayan city where these women are exhibits to be viewed as if they were souvenirs A man is shopping for a souvenir among the women of Highland Street imagining he is a prince of a lost realm A lost realm he learned about in school or perhaps in books from his father’s library that displayed women as souvenirs for the taking by princes of the realm who may imagine themselves against the backdrop of old roads and palaces and even temples where men…
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    Root Times

  • 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.
  • Fear of Rejection (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    29 Mar 2014 | 3:17 pm
    "Fear of Rejection"Fear of rejection is the main reason why people hesitate to meet someone new. Everyone gets rejected at one point or another. It should not be a barrier. If you go out there and meet someone new, if they reject you, go find somebody else. Don't let it stop you. We are all interesting in our own way, you just have to find someone that you 'click' with. There are people with all sorts of interests and hobbies, you will eventually find someone who you share interests with.You just can't stay in your room all day if you want to meet new people. They are not going knock on your…
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    Heartful Whispers

  • 24/08/2014. Between Mountains.

    5 Sep 2014 | 2:49 am
  • 14/08/2014. Connections.

    13 Aug 2014 | 5:23 pm
    Connections.They are reflections in my eyes:perception of disguise,of deception and white lies.I've been drawing these dot to dot lines all my life.They lead to nowhere in this world as they slowly cloud my mind.These connections;they are the bridges burning down.But I refuse to turn around;I will no longer accept the feeling of being alone within this crowd.I've been searching for the silencein this cacophony of sound.The path ahead is all I've dreamed of and at last it has been found.These connections.They are the threads I'm letting go.Though they once kept me strong,it is time…
  • 24/07/2014. Life.

    24 Jul 2014 | 3:18 pm
  • In memory of Muhammad Ali.

    8 Jul 2014 | 2:54 pm
    This piece is a poetic translation of the Urdu original by the late Muhammad Nazir Bhatti             (my grandfather), entitled: Muhammad Ali ke Yaad me; and written about my little brother.           His memory came to wake me,It left me here bereft “What are you doing, dear grandfather?”It whispered as it left.I saw a field of flowers then,Where there were blossoms bright and blueBut one lonely flower caught my eye,Its scent, across the distance, flew. I too picked up my poets pen And left in its pursuit I searched…
  • 24/06/2014. Istanbul.

    24 Jun 2014 | 6:46 am
    I am gazing from the helmAs the world gazes back at me ,The faint taste of ocean tears, Tingling on my lipsAs I sip silently upon the wind.It rushes past me,Over me and under me And through me, all at once.Tugging at my veil,Unveiling layers upon layers Of cloaks, shrouding my soul,Unravelling time before my eyes,Laughter and sorrowsYesterdays and tomorrowsTangling and untangling until…Silence. Time has stoppedEvery clock halts andThe sand grain lingers in the hourglass. I see with perfect clarity The clouds that sail the skies with their silver lining, Oh, how the sun is shining. I see…
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  • Epic Music Composer – Sample Reel – A War of the Will

    Jeremiah Castelo
    28 Aug 2014 | 4:19 pm
    The post Epic Music Composer – Sample Reel – A War of the Will appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Action Music Composer – Sample Reel – Hope and Hold Breath

    Jeremiah Castelo
    21 Aug 2014 | 3:35 pm
    The post Action Music Composer – Sample Reel – Hope and Hold Breath appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • This Man’s Burden – Cinematic Instrumental Music

    Jeremiah Castelo
    19 Jun 2014 | 9:24 pm
    This Man's Burden is a 6-song collection of cinematic instrumental music for film, tv, and video games. Heavy drums, orchestra, and other organic instruments are accompanied by subtle electronic elements, setting the theme for projects of the more epic, dramatic, and villainous nature.The post This Man’s Burden – Cinematic Instrumental Music appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Views of the Coast at Big Sur, CA

    Jeremiah Castelo
    6 Jun 2014 | 5:47 pm
    Big Sur is a 90 mile stretch of coastline in between Monterey County in the north and San Luis Obispo County in the south These photos were taken with a Nikon D600 camera at around 12 noon. It was hard to tell exactly how I was from the water, but some of the cliffs top off with a thousand foot ...The post Views of the Coast at Big Sur, CA appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Color Manipulation – Photoshop

    Jeremiah Castelo
    21 Mar 2014 | 10:16 pm
    The post Color Manipulation – Photoshop appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
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    More than Words !

  • Genetic Gods, Gloating Goddesses !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    19 Sep 2014 | 11:00 am
    genetic gods genuflecting geeks genuine glitches G-Spotsgoofy gullible girlsglebous genes groomed godsgrinding galaxies grooves gratifying groovy galliard glittering genes graphic greetings gyrovague gypsies gynotikolobomassophiliagenetic gyrus god's girthgenetic grimgribbergnostic gloomy goblinsglum gesturesgardening god's graveyards gesticulating genetic godheads generalizing genuine groans genetic gods genuflecting geeks genuine glitches galvanized genetic G-Spotsgod's groans gloating gorgeous…
  • A seeker, must knock at the door of Zeus !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    16 Sep 2014 | 9:47 pm
    Zeus, as the universe, is the construct. The basic carpentry of the creation. He is the play, he is the drama, he is the illusion. The Vedic sense of Karma, and the Greek sense of Drama are identical. Hence he is the supreme Maya. He is the organism, the basic body, the kundalini. He as the Avalokiteshwar closes his eyes, to play as the 'self', that we are playing right now. A continuous and constant hide and seek. A mystical game of knowing and not knowing.The night sky is his past. Our eyes his present. And our exploration his future. Carl Sagan once quoted that the 'Telescope's are time…
  • Thau Both One !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    15 Sep 2014 | 10:21 pm
    One mirror, infinite faces, perfect & pervading, containing soulcontaining god, impregnating universehim and his to essence of hersgod in god, nothing more nothing less, travelling roadless, she who loves him, he who loves her, thau both one, one mirror, infinite faces,Nirvana !Photo Credit: http://palliumindia.org/cms/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/image1.jpg
  • Endless Characters

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    15 Sep 2014 | 11:07 am
    For, I am just an endless character, so many roots, so many branches, but one tree. You and I, we are connected to those roots. That wilderness, that lucidity. Projection and perception. Faceless.Photo Credit: http://www.4artgarden.com/surreal-images-by-rhdas.html
  • Faceless Fathers !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    15 Sep 2014 | 10:07 am
    faceless formsfibonacci fractionsfrail facesfighting fools flat funky flukes facinorous first fatherfaint faqirsfilmy fuckers f*ckMcMuffins fallible fathers following fables fabricated faceoff flirting forces (fur) (fur) (fur) (fur)faltered faces feckless father's father faces front fumblesfactoring flintlocks fired fairies fleshless faces filtered feeling fields floating fishes fathering fireballs flashes fueled flooding fumes firefighters fighting faceless father fin !!
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    Miklos Arany

  • Still Hearr

    20 Sep 2014 | 12:22 am
    We have places in our hearts Where others live and leave As empty as the desert when They’re gone like ghosts in flight All these rooms are desolate Windswept waves far from shore My heart nothing but memories Of blood and beating and still
  • Rose Without Contradiction

    14 Sep 2014 | 11:46 pm
    I dreamed fields of flaming roses, And you were they as they were every Burning petal in a world of flying Embers in full bloom, before dropping In a rain of soft ash and drifting Smoke that quietly obscures the flash Of blinding clarity that wanting brings. Music of the spheres is nothing, abject Silent in the storm of unreasoning Desire, fuses burning, tumblers falling, Flags unfurled and eyes alive like lights. Nothing else matters, angels dash them- Selves to death, promises bloom and die At once when blood runs thick and hot As burning rock, sugar-sweet tongues Of fire slow and swollen…
  • Little Inebriate

    7 Sep 2014 | 3:16 am
    i wish i wsnt alone i wish i went alome i wnt to kmow sun like a rwinbow full of stsre
  • I Forgot That Love Existed

    2 Sep 2014 | 10:24 pm
    You speak as if you know Say you believe in God Call yourself by names That followed Abraham But I can’t believe you I who believe in nothing Call myself by nothing Roll the words like dice And sometimes feel lucky I know no words can call The greater by its name Because there is no spell That opens such a door No expression of magic That does not snuff out Close and lose the way Leaving naught but smoke In darkness where there Was fire a sense the one That the ghost of our all Tomorrows and the long Line to the dawn of time
  • What Then Must We Do

    22 Aug 2014 | 11:05 am
    Instead of cheating on you I cheated myself and touched no one If it was a choice it wasn’t one I made
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    Gatsby's Abandoned Children

  • Linguistics

    Jeremiah Walton
    20 Sep 2014 | 11:07 am
    Luck is a mental disorder infertile snowballs of cinnamon and cheap beer are kickstarting fashion shows we dial revolution then call the cops when we get scared. humans are naturally malleable the evolution of creativity is testimony to your ability to adapt Tagged: authors, creative writing, internet poetry, lit, literature, poem, poems, poet, poetry, writing
  • Internet Poetry, affordable passion

    Jeremiah Walton
    18 Sep 2014 | 10:59 am
    I don’t feel creative clicking and scrolling Passion cannot be afforded by everyone Sometimes Freedom won’t feel real unless it’s stolen The single mother working 50 hours a week to support 5 children Folks who have the usual explosives pointed at the vicinity of their family’s heads The millionaires who are not yet millionaires Financial dreams scramble over each other’s bodies like angry spiders too scared to bite Snakes slithers upon the writhing mass and giggle at their siblings killing each other Borders lay in a mass grave yard called a globe The fire was…
  • Literary journals I want to eat and have been eaten by

    Jeremiah Walton
    17 Sep 2014 | 10:00 am
    Here are some journals I’ve been published by: Zygote in my Coffee / Dead Beats / Black Listed Magazine / 13 Myna Birds / Literary Orphans / My Favorite Bullet / Voicemail Poems / Counterexample Poetics / Empty Mirror / Mad Swirl / Decades Review / Bohemia Here are some journals I want to be published by: Underground Voices / BlazeVox / Punk Hostage Press / H_NGM_N Books / 32 Poems / BOMB / PANK / NOÖ Journal / Octopus Tagged: articles, authors, creative arts, creative writing, culture, lit, literature, litmag, magazines, poets, press, publish,…
  • Terpischore’s Atrium with Jeremiah Walton

    Jeremiah Walton
    15 Sep 2014 | 12:00 pm
    Jeremiah Walton:3.The most striking aspect about your poems is their exploration of the jagged, raw, and scarred realms of language and human experience, as opposed to the prim manicured composition many of the poets strive for. Poems such as ‘Campfire Psalms of the Lost and Angry ’,‘ Fearful 3 and ‘Where I found God’ are beautiful and unique precisely because of their haunting imagery, forceful language and a certain restless urgency that makes one sit up and take notice. How do your poems come into being? Most of them are composed of vomit. They’ve been happening in car rides…

    Jeremiah Walton
    6 Aug 2014 | 10:54 am
    Trendy trendy trendy Let’s all do what others do! Trendy trendy trendy Individuality is marketable like crucifixes or crutches Tagged: creative writing, lit, literature, poem, poet, poetry, writing
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    Poetic Hope

  • The Path to Forever

    20 Sep 2014 | 5:00 am
    I love youBut I want moreI want to be with youBut I want moreI want our love to carry onI want our love to carry onPast the bounds of deathAnd carry on through the eternitiesI want our love to beI want our love to lastIn a billion yearsI want our love to still be going strongBut for now I must face the truthThe seeds of our love are just barely growingThe seeds of our love have just been plantedOur love has only just started growingAnd it will need helpIt will need help in growingIt will need help in becoming strongerSo I will give our love my allI will hold nothing backI will pluck out that…
  • The Brightest Star

    19 Sep 2014 | 5:00 am
    Where do I find my brightest starNot in the night sky by farShe stands by my sideFor she is my loving brideShe gives me hopeThat gives me strength to copeShe always loves a good old hugBut never does she bugFor in all she may demandShe strengthens my handThrough all she may needShe leaves me to pleadStay by my sideFor you are my loving brideYou are my brightest starAnd I need you most by farBy Joseph Kemper © 18 March 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…
  • To Save a Friend

    17 Sep 2014 | 5:00 am
    If a friend were drowning Would you stop and ask What if he gets offended Before trying to save him If a friend were standing at death's door Would you stop and ask What if she decided to hate me Before trying to save her If a friend were being slowly poisoned And did not know it Would you stop to question What if they never speak to me again Or would you just find a way to act What if a friend were walking a path To an eternity devoid of joy And you had the key to help them What would you do then? By Joseph…
  • Side By Side

    16 Sep 2014 | 5:00 am
    Side by side That is where we will be From while we here abide 'Till the end of all eternity You need never fear For I will never leave So be of good cheer Now let us stand up and weave Our futures together But not with a fetter More with a feather As we fly with our better By Joseph Kemper © 17 March 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
  • Facing Fears

    15 Sep 2014 | 5:00 am
    RuleOr be ruledThose are the optionsFear gives you no other choiceFear will block your sight And leave you cowering at antsFear will place doubts Where none could otherwise be foundFear will place walls Where none existFear And peaceFear And contentmentFearAnd comfortFear And a calm mindCannot live togetherFace the fearOr stop and breatheStop and dream of a happy placeRegain your strengthAnd the come around to fight againThen win the dayFear is an enemyFear will hold you backAnd leave you a slaveRuleOr be ruledThose are the optionsFear gives you no other choiceBy Joseph Kemper © 17 March…
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    Cute Love Poems for Her

  • Living Fire of Love

    Robyn-Dale Samuda
    12 Sep 2014 | 4:00 am
    O living fire of love that tenderly wounds my soul in its deepest center ! As you are no longer elusive just as if you want, Breaks the fabric of this sweet encounter ! Oh cautery soft! Oh gracious sore ! Oh soft hand ! Oh delicate touch that tastes of eternal life and pays every debt ! Killing, living death has bartered . O lamps of fire in whose splendors the deep caverns of feeling , it was dark and blind, with strangers beauties give color and light with your beloved! How gentle and loving wake in my heart where in secret you dwell alone , and in your sweet breathing well and full of…
  • The First Kiss Of Love

    Robyn-Dale Samuda
    10 Sep 2014 | 3:54 am
    Away with your fictions of flimsy romance, Those tissues of falsehood which Folly has wove; Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance, Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love. Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow, Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove; From what blest inspiration your sonnets would flow, Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love. If Apollo should e’er his assistance refuse, Or the Nine be dispos’d from your service to rove, Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the Muse, And try the effect, of the first kiss of love. I…
  • My Fantasy, Made Reality

    Robyn-Dale Samuda
    7 Jul 2014 | 5:57 pm
    ‘Twas merely a fantasy A wild dream beyond reality My imagination captivated My vision held at ransom For the sake of your beauty Beauty that penetrates my soul Diving to the deep waters of my heart Stimulating my complete desire Etched and sealed in memory Mesmerized by even a mere glance Touching you, kissing you, I’m in awe Never could I truly envision How perfect these moments could be The earth waits, time remains still When your body is pressed against mine My heart leaps in your presence Awaken by your glow Dormant, patiently waiting My joy hidden and reserved For your love…
  • Heaven Needed Mom

    Robyn-Dale Samuda
    6 May 2014 | 6:52 pm
    So many things of Mom I miss – Her gentle hug and tender kiss. I still can feel her warm embrace. And picture yet her loving face. A mother’s tasks are never done. And heaven must have needed one. For angels came and took her hand And led her to God’s promised land. She’s surely kept quite busy there While brushing little angels’ hair. And making sire they’re dressed just right. Not staying out too late at night. Although there’s sadness, this I know – she’s waiting there, her face aglow. I close my eyes and I can see – Her arms…
  • I Love You

    Robyn-Dale Samuda
    4 May 2014 | 10:00 am
    Young and afraid I should have said “I love you.” I hear in my heart her reply: “Do you really want me? I’ll be with another.” Shy, greener than green, I couldn’t say it. “I love you.” The post I Love You appeared first on Cute Love Poems for Her.
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    Awesome Poetry

  • Roll the dice

    Priyanshi Dass
    17 Sep 2014 | 5:51 pm
    When disappointment traps you And despair fills your heart When everything seems askew Like an abstract work of art The dust now calls you home And you are falling to the ground Expectations surrounds like a pressure dome Laughter becomes a distant sound When rationality and logic yells ‘retreat’ Hope for a hope and stand up once more Break down the abyss of defeat And walk fearlessly out the stage door A leap of faith is all you need Brave hearts take a gamble again The time has come to proceed To make the world your domain Paint your luck and hold your head up high Let not failure be…
  • Victorious Me

    Priyanshi Dass
    16 Sep 2014 | 6:36 pm
    The post Victorious Me appeared first on Awesome Poetry.
  • Poetry (Haiku)

    Priyanshi Dass
    14 Sep 2014 | 6:19 pm
    The post Poetry (Haiku) appeared first on Awesome Poetry.
  • Sweet Dreams

    Priyanshi Dass
    12 Sep 2014 | 4:06 am
    When the darkness falls To me, my loving bed calls To everyone I say good night May your next day be bright Even breaths mark my departure Daily troubles hold no rapture Countless dreams take flight Reflecting their creators plight Welcome to an alternate reality Free expression of my mentality Where imagination knows no bounds Perfect picture and vibrant sounds Dreams are my way of rebellion Whisk me away to the great oblivion Mountains fly and the rivers dance Birds walk and the lions prance Fantasy realms hold no candle Every night’s a different gamble This is my paradise, my nirvana, my…
  • Dear Mr. Bully

    Priyanshi Dass
    9 Sep 2014 | 11:35 am
    I know this must come out of the blue, But I just wished to say thank you Thank you for ruling the way that I grew Thank you for making me feel, like the dirt at the end of your shoe Thank you for all the pain Thank you for your disdain Thank you for the constant chants of plain jane Thank you for tying me up in the rain In fact, I wish that you would do it again Thank you for making me fall Thank you for making me feel so small Thank you for giving me the strength to stand tall, And above all, thank you for giving me the gall, To fight through any tragedy that may befall Thank you for making…
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    A Blog By Rohan Bhardwaj

  • A Poem Of Weakness

    rohan bhardwaj
    18 Sep 2014 | 10:23 am
    We all are weak at some point in life, at some situations. We might be physical weak to defend someone or emotionally weak to understand the drama.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Why Blogging Is More About Giving?

    rohan bhardwaj
    13 Sep 2014 | 3:26 am
    Indeed we all do work for benefit of ours in first place, but we do work for benefit of others and then we get paid for our involvement. That is the nature of life and we all behave in same manner. Blogging is no different, we need to give more than we expect to receive.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Why Google Is Amazing?

    rohan bhardwaj
    8 Sep 2014 | 1:18 am
    Google needs no introduction and it is evident from their work and their influence that they are the unavoidable part in our life. We all trust Google, okay not all of us.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • A Poem Of Rain

    rohan bhardwaj
    5 Sep 2014 | 7:39 am
    Rain is the start for curiosity in humans. We were amused, excited and frightened seeing rain. Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • 7 Checkpoints For A Healthy Relationship

    rohan bhardwaj
    1 Sep 2014 | 5:43 am
    We all are here to have a good life and we need some healthy relationships to have a good journey. Be it with parents, brothers or boss, we need to maintain our relationship good to make that connection and be happy.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
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    Poetry Lobby

  • Domestic Violence Poem

    Louis Thomas
    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

    Louis Thomas
    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

    Louis Thomas
    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

    Louis Thomas
    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…
  • Football Season Poem

    Louis Thomas
    8 Sep 2014 | 8:25 am
    This is time of year, that is long awaited by fans and players  It’s when we get to see behind the scenes, peel back the layers When loyal fans get to know the results of a long awaited draft decision To see your quarterback improve on accuracy and precision  You see running backs precise and elusive, while breaking through tackles This is the time of year when players are set free, from off season shackles Welcome back to the game of passion, enthusiasm and aggression Take a seat fans and players, football is in session Poetry Lobby Store: Click Here For Secure Link To Store
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