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  • The Color of Why

    Sad Poems
    24 Sep 2014 | 9:44 pm
    the edge is never far. bound by structure and tesselation. content with variables that are seldom solved. the surface is always moving away from us. it's how we know we're getting closer. the shrug of wind. burning paper on the tongue. particles at play. the exhale of the sun. deflating. in the small colors. the dimished geometry of when. the poison in the box. all possibilities within.the journey is hungry and soft. she's absorbed by the distance. a number in a sequence. consumed by its function. tempted by gravity she teases the fall. lured by the current. skin all rhetoric and detours.
  • "You Got It!" October 22, 6-8 p.m. Poets House: Celebrate Paul Violi's Selected Poems:

    The Best American Poetry
    The Best American Poetry
    18 Oct 2014 | 2:14 pm
    Please come help us celebrate the release of Selected Poems by Paul Violi published by Gingko Press, Charles North and Tony Towle, Editors. Poets House 10 River Terrace (at Murray Street) New York, NY 10282 (212-431-7920) October 22, 2014, 6 to 8 p.m. There will be refreshments, and books will be available.
  • charms with every breath

    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku
    Wade Kwon
    17 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    He would take the page and transform it into a symphony of speech. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • Extreme Wisteria By Lucie Brock-Broido

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    19 Oct 2014 | 11:00 pm
    By Lucie Brock-Broido
  • Niedecker poetry to grace Fort Atkinson schools

    Poetry News
    18 Oct 2014 | 1:28 am
    A former Daily Union proofreader and hospital janitor, she wrote extensively about the area's flora and fauna, her neighbors, family and travel. She worked closely with her early mentor, Louis Zukofsky, founder of the Objectivist Movement, and was concerned with capturing the simple rhythms of American speech and the complexity implicit in life's simplicity.
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  • Niedecker poetry to grace Fort Atkinson schools

    18 Oct 2014 | 1:28 am
    A former Daily Union proofreader and hospital janitor, she wrote extensively about the area's flora and fauna, her neighbors, family and travel. She worked closely with her early mentor, Louis Zukofsky, founder of the Objectivist Movement, and was concerned with capturing the simple rhythms of American speech and the complexity implicit in life's simplicity.
  • Nine horses in spotlight at The Beehive

    17 Oct 2014 | 9:38 pm
    THE ancient white horses of Wiltshire and Oxfordshire are about to be celebrated in music, dance and poetry at a Swindon pub. Veteran local street performer Robert Stredder and other artists from Theatre Des Bicyclettes will assemble on Sunday at The Beehive, in Prospect Hill.
  • Woosh Kinaadeiyi's fourth grand slam poetry slam tonight

    17 Oct 2014 | 9:38 pm
    Give it a listen: But tonight, Ziggy will not compete. Instead, he will be the "sacrificial poet" who is used to help the judges normalize their scoring.
  • Poetry Podcast: James Richardson Reads W. S. Merwin

    17 Oct 2014 | 9:38 pm
    Note: if you subscribed through a partner such as Apple, Amazon, or Google Play, please call 1-800-444-7570. On this month's poetry podcast, James Richardson reads and discusses " A Single Autumn ," by W. S. Merwin.
  • Poetry Podcast: James Richardson Reads W. S. Merwin

    17 Oct 2014 | 5:53 pm
    Note: if you subscribed through a partner such as Apple, Amazon, or Google Play, please call 1-800-444-7570. On this month's poetry podcast, James Richardson reads and discusses " A Single Autumn ," by W. S. Merwin.
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  • My four-year-old poetry teacher

    Samantha Reynolds
    25 Sep 2014 | 9:50 pm
    My brain is jammed with the noise of errands and the poem knows it half-done hiding away in the quiet of my ribcage waiting for a way back in which is how I came to see how the noticing pours out of you blunt and new like the colour of the girl’s hair in your drawing that is neither brown nor blonde and you tell me it is like a paper bag which of course it is and how you describe grandpa’s face as mushy and that a frog would feel like a bird if you held it tight in your hand and how nuns look like Red Riding Hood in black and white and how library books smell like closets so I kept asking…
  • 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
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    Poem of the Day

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

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

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

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

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

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

  • panic waits waits waits attacks

    Wade Kwon
    19 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    You will be sitting quietly, when the earth shakes and the mind screams pain. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • how much longer till candy and costumes?

    Wade Kwon
    18 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Children everywhere (and a few adults) gave up on sleep for tricks, treats. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • charms with every breath

    Wade Kwon
    17 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    He would take the page and transform it into a symphony of speech. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • metaphysician, heal thyself

    Wade Kwon
    16 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    What if all of the hypochondriacs are right and placebos kill? Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • hills mountains crossings bluffs ridges biomes

    Wade Kwon
    15 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    A strip mall can go practically anywhere with the right greased pockets. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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  • Robert Pinsky, former poet laureate, to read at Wistariahurst Museum

    20 Oct 2014 | 4:13 pm
    Robert Pinsky, who served as Poet Laureate of the United States, from 1997 until 2000, during which time he popularized the form through his Favorite Poem Project, will do a reading for The Care Center's teen mothers, on Wednesday, Oct. 22, at 10 a.m. at Wistariahurst Museum in Holyoke.Link!
  • Poet Yusef Komunyakaa brings his keen eye and sense of craft to a reading Tuesda

    20 Oct 2014 | 4:12 pm
    Yusef Komunyakaa will be reading his poetry at 7 p.m. Tuesday in the Donohue Auditorium of the Dolan Science Center at John Carroll University, 1 John Carroll Blvd., University Heights. The reading is sponsored by the Office of Student Diversity and Inclusion and the Department of English. Free and open to the public. Call 216-397-4528 for more information. Link!
  • Superstar American poet headlines GVSU's poetry night

    17 Oct 2014 | 2:31 am
    Headlining the event will be Mark Doty, the first American to win England's prestigious T.S. Eliot Prize. He'll be joined by Dorianne Laux, a professor in the creative writing program at North Carolina State University.Link!
  • Poet Mari Garcia Debuts New Book

    17 Oct 2014 | 2:30 am
    "De Mis Manos" (published by Xlibris) is Mari Garcia's first book of poems. A book filled with her poems taken from all the moments of her life from when she was a girl until she grew to be a woman. It houses her feelings, her experiences and her dreams in an enthralling collection of expressive verse.Link!
  • Hear poetry of hopes, fears of pioneer love, marriage

    17 Oct 2014 | 2:29 am
    The Peregrine Literary Series will present poet Jana Harris reading from her latest book, “You Haven’t Asked About My Wedding or What I Wore,” at 7 p.m. Sunday at Holy Names Heritage Center, 17425 Holy Names Drive in Lake Oswego. Harris will describe her writing process and autograph copies of the book. Link!
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  • old man Africa kissed me on the cheek

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

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

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

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

    3 Aug 2013 | 5:07 pm
    imagine a world where you could see me and i could see you the real me the real you no smoke and mirrors no social grease oiling politically correct smiles how would we be what would we see if we could see the real me the real you the wanton whore the snake-oil charmer the freak the meek the sad the mad the very very bad smile the world is watching and judging they see us you see what I let you see what society demands I should be but if its all the same to you im going to sit in the corner now and bleed quietly internally where no one can see imagine a real world where the real me was easy…
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    Poems and Poetics

  • For Kader El-Janabi: “The French Connection”

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

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

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

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

  • Impassed

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

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

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

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

    Thom Donovan
    19 Sep 2014 | 10:28 am
    Like everyone else, the art world is obsessed with naming. In an age of finance capitalism, names brand; in an era of social media, they tag. They are sources of authority—of authorship—delimiting property, possession, and identity. What would it mean to remove one’s name, I have often wondered? What would it mean for proper names to be removed from a discourse about contemporary art?Encountering Julie Ault’s Macho Man, Tell It To My Heart this past February at Artists Space, I was reminded of these questions. Upon entering the exhibition space, I was confronted by a video about the…
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    25 Sep 2014 | 12:48 pm
    pawn shops online near me Blog Roll and Music Fiends – 32 Poems Magazine
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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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    A window Within Myself

  • Missed that Voice

    18 Oct 2014 | 12:32 pm
  • Write On

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

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

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

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

  • Perspectives from the Fold

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

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

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

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

    24 Sep 2014 | 9:44 pm
    the edge is never far. bound by structure and tesselation. content with variables that are seldom solved. the surface is always moving away from us. it's how we know we're getting closer. the shrug of wind. burning paper on the tongue. particles at play. the exhale of the sun. deflating. in the small colors. the dimished geometry of when. the poison in the box. all possibilities within.the journey is hungry and soft. she's absorbed by the distance. a number in a sequence. consumed by its function. tempted by gravity she teases the fall. lured by the current. skin all rhetoric and detours.
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  • mmcclix

    19 Oct 2014 | 10:56 pm
    found (3)play head:        beginning                         animate             in a flash             one per             layertween:                shape
  • mmcclviii

    18 Oct 2014 | 11:11 pm
    whitney houston athens burning          is your boyfriend as wasted as mine?                                               —Alli Warrenjust so that some schmuck who’sgoogled whitney houston turns up,eyes double-blinking, here.  imaginingthe elegant rhyme of schmuck withthe wonderful title a duck is a duck.Or whichever lagoon is richest.  Or wherever the lugume is itchiest.Oops, they just served a porktenderloin…
  • mmcclvii

    15 Oct 2014 | 11:45 pm
              Illusions of Motion          kerning          jacking          subscript          tracking          pull bones          superscriptor ... Allusions to Emotion?
  • mmcclvi

    14 Oct 2014 | 8:07 am
    found (2)Stop        People         Thought                                      Bubbles
  • mmcclv

    13 Oct 2014 | 4:25 pm
    Without tryingto make funnyout of it, neitherdrowning out mysorrows or dry-ing off my face/drowning in my face or...Was he literallyspeaking aboutreality?  Reality?I imagine it so,now.
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  • Portals

    Adam Fieled
    24 Sep 2014 | 10:46 am
    This is a Blazevox portal page put together by Open Library itself. Thanks to Open Library, and to Blazevox. The standard OL search page for "Adam Fieled" now serves as a large portal page area as well; and here is my OL author page, another portal.
  • 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

  • 3 Oct 2014 | 10:20 am

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

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

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

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

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

  • 7 Oct 2014 | 4:55 pm

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

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

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

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

    16 Apr 2014 | 5:00 am
    I wish they didn't put mirrors behind the bar Lady Pink, The Death of Graffiti, 1982, The Attorney Arrives At His Office On April 16 -- klipschutz Of course it would be dark, the accounting firm next door, on the ultimate day after the night before. People hate lawyers and pity the bean counter. People hate themselves and withhold pity from the poor. Across my desk not one of you can look me
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  • 10 Oct 2014 | 12:03 pm

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

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

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

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

    25 Nov 2013 | 5:53 am
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  • dance of freedom

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

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

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

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

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

  • it was green, spetember

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

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

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

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

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

  • 19 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    19 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Let’s Do Lunch Poems <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> (part 1) @ the Poetry Project <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> October 2014 <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]-->
  • 18 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    18 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Bhanu Kapil <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> @ the Poetry Project <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> October 2014
  • 17 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    17 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Jibz Cameron <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> @ the Poetry Project <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> October 2014 <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> With Bhanu Kapil
  • 16 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    16 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Ron Loewinsohn 1937 – 2014
  • 16 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    16 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Lorine Niedecker & the Obstinacy of the Particular HD’s imagism Talking with Patricia Lockwood MFA rape culture Does alt-lit have a rape problem? Alt-lit is dead, burn the corpses “Hipster scene” falls apart Sexism & sexual assault in the writing world Stop denying rape culture Elizabeth Ellen’s letter to the Internet Kirk Nesset charged with child porn YouTube’s “creep problem”
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    Poet Hound

  • JoAnna Penn Cooper's What Is A Domicile

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

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

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

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

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

  • Call for Submissions: The Inquisitive Eater

    The Best American Poetry
    20 Oct 2014 | 12:32 pm
    Consider the Lobster. © Anna Cypra Oliver 2014. Oil on canvas 18"x20". Submit Your Work To The Inquisitive Eater: New School Food Click here for more information "It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we that we cannot straightly think of one without the others," M.F.K. Fisher writes in the Art of Eating. The best food writing is not just about what's on the plate, but is, like all literature, also interested in language, psychology, and the most pressing issues of the day. The...
  • Plots and Sisters [by M. J. Fitzgerald]

    20 Oct 2014 | 7:00 am
    Robert Fitzgerald Before I launch into the posts, I want to thank The Best American Poetry Blog for giving me this opportunity, and I need to set the posts into the context of the research and writing I am doing about my father, the poet Robert Fitzgerald, whose translations of The Odyssey and The Iliad have been the most clearly recognized American verse translations of the great epic poems for the 20th century. There have been other translations – Lattimore, Lombardi, Fagles to name just a few – but his seem to have stood the test of time in a...
  • Monday Comic by Nin Andrews

    The Best American Poetry
    20 Oct 2014 | 3:00 am
  • M. J. Fitzgerald, Guest Author October 20-24

    The Best American Poetry
    19 Oct 2014 | 1:59 pm
    This week we welcome M.J.Fitzgerald as our guest author. M. J. is a fiction writer, and Associate Professor at the University of Minnesota. Her novels include Concertina and The Placing of Kings. Rope-Dancer is a short story collection. She has written for UK television, translated novels from Italian, and published essays and memoir pieces in anthologies and literary magazines. Her latest essay came out in Literary Imagination in summer 2014. Welcome, M.J. In other news . . . Take a blogging intensive workshop with Managing Editor Stacey Harwood. Four Mondays beginning November 3. Details…
  • "You Got It!" October 22, 6-8 p.m. Poets House: Celebrate Paul Violi's Selected Poems:

    The Best American Poetry
    18 Oct 2014 | 2:14 pm
    Please come help us celebrate the release of Selected Poems by Paul Violi published by Gingko Press, Charles North and Tony Towle, Editors. Poets House 10 River Terrace (at Murray Street) New York, NY 10282 (212-431-7920) October 22, 2014, 6 to 8 p.m. There will be refreshments, and books will be available.
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • Aisha Sasha John, Lisa Robertson, & Thou

    Harriet Staff
    20 Oct 2014 | 10:28 am
    Direct address: BookThug has posted video and audio of Aisha Sasha John reading from her new book, Thou, which has some pretty fine press-writing around it: “In THOU, Aisha Sasha John knows the day – biblically. What if time itself was an object of desire? And the book was a theatre for that? Aisha Sasha John has a crush on time. Which is why she discipled in it. For three years. Also for three months. Also for three months at 33. Ya.” We’re in! Also in is Lisa Robertson. Here’s a great conversation between Robertson and John from last spring: We’re also…
  • If We Are Ever

    Amanda Ackerman
    20 Oct 2014 | 9:00 am
    I will start with two quotations from the book After-Cave, written by Michelle Detorie and recently published by Ahsahta Press. The first quotation: “Time is with the animal. It has a politics.” The second: “(It is evil, to imagine the self.” A lot has been said about whether women are allowed to take up space (shrinking, starving, shriveling, being ornament, prolapsing—while men have presence, power, instrumentality, and girth). Perhaps, though, less has been said about whether women are allowed to inhabit time. Are we starved for the present moment? Restricted from it? Perhaps…
  • Douglas Kearney’s Poetry Reading Do’s and Don’ts at Poets and Writers

    Harriet Staff
    20 Oct 2014 | 7:30 am
    Photo by Thomas Sayers Ellis Hello! Greet your week by reading a few tips from a champ–a poetry reading champ, that is! Yes we’re talking about Douglas Kearney: the fabulous trickster, poetry reader, and poetry writer! See what he has to say about performing writing in front of a live audience in this interview recently published at Poets and Writers. What are your reading dos? Gosh—reading dos. I remember that the writing of these poems was driven by some kind of dynamic source—intellectual, emotional, physical. If I remember that, it animates the poems, even the quieter…
  • At Jacket 2 Angela Rawlings Talks Translation

    Sara Wintz
    20 Oct 2014 | 6:00 am
    Did you know that “apiculture” is the art and science of raising honeybees? Or that Melitta Urbancic was a poet, actress, and sculptor who traveled from Austria to Iceland to escape the ravages of WWII? In this talk, commissioned in March of this year, Angela Rawlings speaks to a group celebrating the release of Urbancic’s posthumously published poetry collection, From the Edge of the World, translated into Icelandic by Sölvi Björn Sigurðsson, and handily published at Jacket 2! The following talk was commissioned in March 2014 for the life celebration of poet, actress,…
  • A Look into the Letters of Baraka & Dorn and Robert Creeley

    Harriet Staff
    17 Oct 2014 | 9:01 am
    Not to be missed, though we almost did miss this one, is Alan Gilbert’s review of two books of collected/selected letters: Amiri Baraka and Edward Dorn: The Collected Letters and The Selected Letters of Robert Creeley now up at Boston Review. Gilbert surveys the books, writing: One value of a writer’s correspondence is the glimpse it offers of the private life behind the public one, although often the two become synonymous as the writer becomes more famous. And while letters might reveal a writer’s sense of current events, these are frequently secondary to literary or intimate…
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • Pep

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

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

    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.
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    Robert Peake

  • A Swirl of Activity

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

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

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

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

    Robert Peake
    27 Sep 2014 | 6:51 am
    Geosi Gyasi is an avid reader and blogger based in Ghana who has interviewed a wide range of authors over several years. He discovered my work through a poem recently published in Rattle, and asked some interesting questions in our interview — about how formal study has influenced my poems, about how I see technology shaping poetry, and the best thing that has ever happened to me as a poet. I also talk about why the human element is so important to me in world of word-play, and give a sneak peek at what readers might expect from my forthcoming collection The Knowledge. You…
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    Magma Poetry » Blog

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

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

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

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

    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…
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    Poet Mom

  • Taylor Mali: Typography

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

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

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

    9 Oct 2014 | 10:44 am
    How much do I love Moving Poems?This is a perfect example of what happens when you put a poem into the world, and you're pleasantly surprised when it comes back to you.Dave Bonta has taken my poem, "Prayer," and "The Ethics of Mothers" by Rachel Barenblat and combined them into one video. The images are striking, and I love the cosmic treatment at the end. Never envisioned my work in this way, which is both humbling and cool.Also thanks to The Poetry Storehouse for giving my poems life after life.
  • Confession Tuesday

    7 Oct 2014 | 4:11 am
    Happy Tuesday, folks. You know the drill.This week, Oct 6-10, I’m guest blogging for Best American Poetry! I’m thrilled to have the opportunity to share a few thoughts with a larger audience. My first post: Welcome to the Poet Party****That being said, I’m doing a ton o' writing this week. I don’t think I can focus on poetry until the weekend. Between the blog post, a book chapter I'm writing (I’m a contributor), and grading, I’m spending a lot of energy—not as efficiently as I would like. I’m OK with that. In fact, it’s been challenging in a good way. Maybe I needed this…
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    Daily Poem With Gods Help

  • Alcoholism

    19 Oct 2014 | 6:40 pm
    Alcoholism…-———————–- I believe I was an alcoholic, From the first time I drank, I couldn’t get enough of that mystery tonic, Inside my empty tank, I have heard others, Give many reasons, They drank once with impunity, But now  have changed their seasons, At first they were a cucumber, But now they’ve turned a pickle, Many a nights drunken slumber, Have made of them quite fickle, A man said he caught alcoholism, Off of dirty bar stool, This is either quite a schism, Or he was a old fool, But today I have recovered, From a…
  • A Brand New Life

    18 Oct 2014 | 4:54 pm
    A brand new life…-—————————- A brand new life, Has been given to me, A brand new life, I have been set free, No longer the prisoner, Of selfish self centeredness, Now I am a envisioner, Of personal awareness, The truth has been spoken, To folks of my kind, A gentle yet vivid truth, To reorganize the mind, A one where giving, Is better than to receive, Is more than just a saying, it’s something to believe, it’s all right already, That is always true, That breeze is as fresh, As the sky is blue, So thank you this day, For…
  • Determination of Health

    17 Oct 2014 | 2:58 pm
    Determination of health…-—————————————–- Is there a determination wealth, That is based on a determination of health, The decision remains to be seen, Can a paraplegic not soar, Because he is poor, That sounds absolutely mean , True wealth of course, comes from a different source, One that can only be felt, Some try to say, That there’s only one way, When in front of God you have knelt, But the bugs and the bees, The birds and the trees, And the gentle caress of the wind, Lets me know for sure,…
  • So What Do I Write

    16 Oct 2014 | 1:52 pm
    So what do I write…-—————————-- So what do I write, In the subject line, that’s the box where I am supposed to name, My poem and rhyme, today’s composition,  Of a subject of my choice, I put words together, Can you hear my voice, What will be the rhythm, And cadence or banter, Will it flow smoothly, Or be like a chanter, So I let the nouns flow, And verbs where they may, Honestly the truth of the matter, Is I haven’t much to say-————-Original article: So What Do I Write©2014 Daily…
  • This Morning I Had a Dilemma

    15 Oct 2014 | 6:21 pm
    This morning I had a dilemma…-———————————————–- This morning I had a dilemma, Whether or not to buy,  Yesterday’s’ poem dealt with varmints, And wanting not to try, But this morning came a discussion, With friends where friends abide, I got much needed consultation, And a story about a box of tide, So I decided not to decide, And trust what is always there, In step 3 I made the decision, To turn my life over to the care, The next thing I knew , Somebody handed me 20 bucks, Yes…
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  • Science v Religion

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

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

    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…
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    Dark Matter

  • Rules Of Thumb

    Tony Brown
    20 Oct 2014 | 5:47 pm
    Originally posted 9/11/2010. A study has shown that when it comes to popular proverbs, laws of physics, rules of thumb, common knowledge, sensible notions, and given assumptions, exceptions are becoming more and more the norm.   Geometry is shifting.  Angles, never before provably trisected, now regularly fall into neat triplet piles.  Shelter is losing its place in the hierarchy of needs.   Soon, it will be forgotten entirely.  It appears to knowledgeable observers that knowledgeable observation is becoming a lost art akin to alchemy and divination by gut of pigeon and pig.  If there…
  • Gunstock

    Tony Brown
    20 Oct 2014 | 4:12 pm
    Originally posted 4/10/2008. The word “gunstock” sends the listener into a maze, evoking as it does everything from the anticipation of a fast run  down the New Hampshire mountain which bears that name,  powder surging around the tips of your skis, to the feel of oiled walnut against your shoulder. There’s anticipation there too of the sound coming a split second late, the long whoosh of the bullet drawn out into the air  just ahead of the punch of the blow to your shoulder. You cannot know much of the reality of either of these things until they have happened to you, so if you have…
  • From The Front

    Tony Brown
    18 Oct 2014 | 12:53 pm
    Originally posted 1/6/2014. He looked nervy, currents tripping  up and down his bare arms, sparks in his mouth. He had a lot of nerve to dare to come in here. It was our home and we scare easy. He must have known that. He must have been cold and not cared.  We watched him settle into the back of the cruiser.  The cops said that during cold snaps when sleeping outside is a suicide mission, they get more than a few calls about someone breaking into  somewhere warmer to sleep. “At least he’ll be warm in jail,” I told the family.  Everyone tells their family that. We…
  • Spell For Poets (Let Words Small You)

    Tony Brown
    18 Oct 2014 | 5:18 am
    Originally posted 9/23/2011. Let words alone small you, then large you.  Let such derangement of language fold and unfold you. Let wings furl, legs curl, let fetal charms take hold, then let yourself be reborn. Let yourself emerge to serve  not merely that new God made in books — instead, let yourself fall into loose embrace of that older One who dwells between possibility and its enactment in that place where all is always ready to be born. Let yourself remain so liquid to the world that you bend and surge, large and small as needed to be present in both the largest and the smallest;…
  • Thomas Behind The Wheel

    Tony Brown
    17 Oct 2014 | 8:55 am
    Originally posted 11/29/2011. Eyes burning from wind through my open window at eighty miles an hour past the darkened power plant.  Cars peel off behind me, exiting until the highway’s empty. No one is going my way.  The city still forty miles ahead. The sky painted orange over deepest black. Rumors of riot  and fire all day.   It’s the end of the world, some say, but no one wants proof except me. How can they just curl into a ball and die or hide in the boondocks without seeing for themselves that the world is indeed ending? In fact, how could anyone flee such a thing when…
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    More than Words !

  • Soulful Grooves, C'est la vie !

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

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

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

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

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    13 Oct 2014 | 7:16 am
    Sometime dim lights, penetrate the whole universe, as the bleak symphony of cold october-her visage hides the charm of ten thousand suns  in her hearts september !She is windswept by love somewhere lost, in her own clouds of existence this bleak emptinessthis desolate melancholy inflates her with confusion, all but confusions. Yet, by the doors of her pure heartshe climbs up the dismal woe'sher eyes, her nose, her earsspeaking of the forgotten lores,this uproar shakes the universe and her own seashore. She hides inside her…
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    Miklos Arany

  • Seize Disaster

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

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

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

    8 Oct 2014 | 4:45 pm
    I’d happily bear lightness Instead of continually returning To the rose garden to find All the roses gone, the beds Turned over, the dishes broken And house forlorn, no home On Earth but a wish lost In a fountain, fallen down a well Longing itself divides me From the lightness I long for And I loathe my empty heart
  • Nothing We Know

    30 Sep 2014 | 9:31 pm
    I know that I should move on Forget, fall into faith, drift On a placid lake of denial Listening to self-help gurus Religious maniacs, witches And witch-doctors, all better Than calm, rational priests And rabbis, rich with long Histories of civilizations, Empires, known worlds all based On books full of nonsense, Impossible, foolish, incredible Things no child would countenance. But the real world is surpassingly Beautiful, a vast treasure Of real, complex, difficult Things more wonderful than anything I could possibly imagine, write, Paint, sing or otherwise encode In our poor set of symbols…
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    Walking Is Still Honest

  • How Scars Bloom Beyond Summer

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

    17 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    reminiscence by Joseph Victor Milford sweet alloys ring into my ears as the winter disperses distills the secrets of bricks stay shut as I walk through strangers’ bodies a prickling ghost memoir an ancient haircut or nod that could kill a gladiator and that song you hate so much now stuck in your cranium Ukraine under streetlights haunted by you as much as you are by them as alligator shadows slink behind kiosks and newsstands always something ominous on these streets something always palpable like someone you have lived long enough to have forgotten that you once murdered someone who…
  • The Mortal Omelet

    16 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    Omelet by Adam Tedesco Crack the eggs with the butt of your gun Watch them pour out of their broken shells into the cities and hillsides, filling the maquiladoras and favelas at the bowls edge. Beat them together. Use something metallic and hard. Watch their heads explode against tines. Smash the lot to a yellow pulp. Destroy any trace of heterogeneity. Place the gooey mess in a pan over a fire. Protect yourself from the flame. Listen to the sizzle. Chop something good into pieces. Throw the pieces on top. Watch them sink into the goo. See how the eggs burrow into the crevices between the…
  • Unraveling The Queen City

    15 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    Mill / Wheel Adam Tedesco Cincinnati has the jet engines we’ve the wheel, the strut the suction of pregnant contrails and cold beer in pop-up shade under the flight path of your summer staycation We have the burning rubber to smoke out ghosts of one hundred dead industries as they strip their own skeletons clean of every ferrous dream We have the cold clay yard of knowing all the things we’ve imagined have already come true somewhere else Every pre-war dance inscribed in our muscle and nowhere to exercise our joy, stone face day hands for driving tent stakes and nickels for the big-top…
  • The Crossroads of Sin & Salvation

    14 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
      DYIN’ BLUES by John Grey I ain’t afraid of death. You can bury my body at the crossroads. Dyin’ though I ain’t too happy contemplatin’. I’m dreadin’ there’ll be an evil spirit in me, wailin’ and hollerin’ screeching like a battered woman or them kids of mine whose asses I beat red. Worse n’ that, dyin’ could be like that damn horrible thirst that overtakes me like hell-hounds when the bottle runs dry. Could be like that preacher on a Sunday cussin’ me out from his pulpit, nailing me bleedin’ and hurtin’ from every one of my sins. Maybe it’s like…
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    Gatsby's Abandoned Children

  • Shooting the cats on your tablet

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

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

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

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

    Jeremiah Walton
    16 Oct 2014 | 11:59 am
    Punching my skull because I couldn’t draw blood with a knife The woman sleeping next to me wakes up I freeze She falls back a sleep I aim for teeth loosen the metaphor with something tangible grab the horny by the dick and twist stab a needle in each goose bump blood laden pimples leak along arms I can’t fucking write anymore I can’t fucking write anymore I’m whipping out my skeleton so I can fucking write again Reverse sword swallowing spine Pulling ribbons out my ass hole wrapping shit laden self criticism Interpretable to pharmacies as prescriptions I can’t…
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    Poetic Hope

  • Tormented Hope

    20 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    To parade around While others laugh I hurt to the core At least they think of me At least they notice me They may only think to torment But it's more than any other day So I guess April Fool's Is a good day By Joseph Kemper © 1 April 2014I hope you like the poemPlease remember to comment, like, and shareThank you.You can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems-Volume/dp/1492992933
  • My Best Friend

    18 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    When I met herShe was not my best friendWhen I started to date herShe was not my best friendWhen I asked her to marry meShe was not my best friendWhen we were marriedShe was not my best friendStill today She is not my best friendShe is so much moreIt just took a bit to noticeBy Joseph Kemper © 31 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
  • A Good Book

    17 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    A good book can be quickly read or poured through line by line You can find a good laugh or a new friend You can be scared half to death or find just enough hope to get you through You could be talking about the Good Book but there are many good books out there too By Joseph Kemper © 31 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
  • When Tomorrow Comes

    16 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    When tomorrow comes I will rise upI will tryWhen tomorrow comesI will face my fearsI will find my dreamsWhen tomorrow comesI will reach for the skiesand thenWhen tomorrow comesI will sing againWhen tomorrow comesBy Joseph Kemper 30 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
  • Heaven's Dream

    15 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    DreamsOr hopes for a brighter tomorrowBoth the sameBut do beg the questionWhat does heaven dream of?I wouldn't have believed Heaven even dreamedTill I met youBy Joseph Kemper 30 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
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    Awesome Poetry

  • Journey with a Dream

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

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

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

    Priyanshi Dass
    6 Oct 2014 | 5:49 pm
    The post Nature’s Bliss appeared first on Awesome Poetry.
  • A hands-on Affair

    Priyanshi Dass
    4 Oct 2014 | 6:40 pm
    I found it quite odd that so much pleasure could be derived from such a simple act. It started with a nudge of your fingers against mine, followed by a rather bold caress of your thumb on my pulse. I would’ve been convinced of your self-assurance if it wasn’t for the slight trembling of your fingers as it slid into the gaps between mine with a breath of a distance between our palms yet to meet, one final hurdle to cross, like two soldiers facing off in battle. Roughened dry skin of hard work and labor scratching against the ink stained gentleness of unseen corners of dusty libraries…
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    A Blog By Rohan Bhardwaj

  • A Poem Of Pain

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

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

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

    rohan bhardwaj
    13 Oct 2014 | 12:53 pm
    Blogging is the sweetest thing, I do on regular basis to ease my pain, share my views and help you guys on various issues. Content can be news, fun articles or just a poem.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • A Poem Of Ethics

    rohan bhardwaj
    11 Oct 2014 | 1:28 pm
    The difference between good and bad is sometimes intentions, sometimes ethics. We grow up and are taught many things, it influences the way we behave. It becomes very important many times to deliver good ethics to kids at earlier stage.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
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    Poetry Lobby

  • Impeach And Prosecute Obama

    4 Oct 2014 | 12:50 pm
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  • Domestic Violence Poem

    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

    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

    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

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