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  • 3 Best Poetry Sites Ever

    Poetry Lobby
    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…
  • Robinson By Weldon Kees

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    29 Oct 2014 | 11:00 pm
    By Weldon Kees
  • What the Trees Know: A Reading by Minnesota Book Award Winning Author Emilio DeGrazia

    Poetry News
    30 Oct 2014 | 5:54 pm
    On Thursday, November 13, the Northfield Arts and Culture Commission welcomes Minnesota author Emilio DeGrazia to Northfield to give a reading of poetry and prose titled "What the Trees Know." The reading will be held at The Hideaway Coffeehouse and Winebar at 7:00 p.m. DeGrazia began publishing poetry and creative prose in 1973, and in 1977 founded Great River Review , the state's most enduring small press literary magazine.
  • Jonathan Brown - Jake

    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry
    29 Oct 2014 | 12:00 am
    Jonathan Brown on IndieFeed Performance Poetry.  Show number 1407.
  • Poem of the Day: Weave in, My Hardy Life

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

  • What the Trees Know: A Reading by Minnesota Book Award Winning Author Emilio DeGrazia

    30 Oct 2014 | 5:54 pm
    On Thursday, November 13, the Northfield Arts and Culture Commission welcomes Minnesota author Emilio DeGrazia to Northfield to give a reading of poetry and prose titled "What the Trees Know." The reading will be held at The Hideaway Coffeehouse and Winebar at 7:00 p.m. DeGrazia began publishing poetry and creative prose in 1973, and in 1977 founded Great River Review , the state's most enduring small press literary magazine.
  • Books and Poetry

    30 Oct 2014 | 5:36 am
    Little Free Libraries in New Bedford: The Friends of the New Bedford Free Public Library are installing four little free libraries in the city. They are in neighborhoods that lack access to any of the four branches or the downtown library.
  • Vijay Seshadri: What's at the heart of writing poetry is making metaphors. That can't be taught

    30 Oct 2014 | 1:52 am
    How has life changed for you after winning the Pulitzer earlier this year for your collection of poems, 3 Sections? I'm travelling a lot and people treat me very well, which is nice - not that they treated me badly before. I've been on TV, met famous movie stars, sat down and ate with them.
  • Paradise Cowboy Music & Poetry Gathering on Nov. 15

    29 Oct 2014 | 10:02 pm
    The Fourth Annual "Paradise Cowboy Music & Poetry Gathering" is coming to the Paradise Performing Arts Center on Saturday, Nov. 15. The headliners are world famous Country Music stars Sourdough Slim, Robert Armstrong, and Cowboy Poet Waddie Mitchell, who by themselves put on great shows, but together will bring the Ridge the most entertaining cowboy evening since PPAC was opened. The show is being produced by Steve "Woody" Culleton, Town Councilman of Paradise.
  • Poetry's ambassador

    29 Oct 2014 | 6:08 pm
    A poem by Pat Riveire-Seel, another North Carolina poet, on display at the NC Zoo as part of its Poetry of Conservation project. A poem by Pat Riveire-Seel, another North Carolina poet, on display at the NC Zoo as part of its Poetry of Conservation project.
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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

  • the cracks

    Wade Kwon
    29 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Society runs as long as we overlook daily mistreatment. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the sugariest treat of all

    Wade Kwon
    28 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Little did the ghouls expect a gallon of sweet tea poured in their sacks. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • it takes a cabal of strangers

    Wade Kwon
    27 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Ills of postmodern society can be traced to isolation. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • a sense of a sense of humor

    Wade Kwon
    26 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Eyebrow raised, smirk, smile, bigger smile, tiny laugh, a chuckle, belly laugh. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the laziest weekend

    Wade Kwon
    25 Oct 2014 | 10:00 pm
    It begins with a 24-hour nap and then another one. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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    GotPoetry.com News

  • Write about your town to win A 1,000

    30 Oct 2014 | 2:43 am
    A POEM about your town or village could win £1,000 in a free poetry competition. Anyone can have a go, young or old and beginners too. Link!
  • Residents invited to write poems about St Helens

    29 Oct 2014 | 10:40 pm
    PEOPLE from St Helens are invited to get creative write a poem about the town as part of a competition. Held by United Press, the poetry contest is free to enter and people from all ages can have a go – including beginners. Link!
  • East Side Review bulletin board Oct. 26, 2014

    29 Oct 2014 | 8:43 pm
    Prolific author Nikki Giovanni will do a Club Book presentation at the Arlington Hills Community Center, 1200 Payne Ave. on Thursday, Nov. 13 at 7 p.m. Giovanni has penned nearly twenty poetry collections and is the author or co-author of ten children's books including several profiling seminal moments in black history.Link!
  • The Danger of Silence - Boston

    29 Oct 2014 | 6:44 pm
    Poetry News: Former teacher and poetry slam artist Taylor Mali makes kids work hard, makes parents tremble with calls home, and makes a difference. Link!
  • At Penn, students can get credit for a Wasting Time on the Interneta

    28 Oct 2014 | 10:39 pm
    Lucky creative writing students in a University of Pennsylvania seminar will be able to earn academic credit for wasting time on the Internet next spring. The class, appropriately titled “Wasting Time on the Internet,” will require its students to spend the three-hour weekly sessions dividing their attention between the world of the Internet and the classroom.Link!
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    the amandzing way

  • Rhino capture – not so easy

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

    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…
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    Poetry of Life

  • Why Me?

    Praveen Kumar
    28 Oct 2014 | 10:15 pm
    I am exhausted walking on life’s highway, trying to keep pace in this frantic journey i take 10 steps forward only to be dragged 20 steps backwards, by invisible hands that come out of nowhere. tearing me apart from within, i struggle to find a meaning to all this, why me? why now? what did […]
  • Lost at Sea

    Praveen Kumar
    15 Jul 2014 | 12:22 am
    as the sun sets down on the horizon, i sit back up, trying to get a glimpse, of the journey ahead, in this vast, lifeless world! I am like a sailor, lost at sea, riding wave after wave of what the sea could throw at me, struggling to remain sane yet fighting hard to stay […]
  • Fear of Life

    Praveen Kumar
    10 Jun 2014 | 5:35 am
    I stare at the blank page, trying to write the thousand and one thoughts running through my mind; as i think to myself, about all that was, all that is and all that will be; fear takes over my senses, clouding my thoughts, fear of the unknown, fear of life; sometimes i want to run […]
  • You and Me

    Praveen Kumar
    12 Feb 2014 | 11:28 pm
    Happy Valentine’s Day! This poem is written for her. Just you and me, hand in hand overlooking the gentle waves, with the bright moon and stars in full display, we stand hand in hand; as the night crawls on, i remember the day when you swept me off my feet, into the canyons of love […]
  • New Year, New Beginnings?

    Praveen Kumar
    2 Jan 2014 | 12:00 am
    Its a brand new year for a brand new beginning, but as i rejoice, i find myself drawn into a deep, dark corner, far away from the happiness and joy that graces the occasion. A brand new beginning with new fears and new tears, a faceless enemy waiting for the one mistake, waiting and watching […]
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    Poems and Poetics

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

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

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

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

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

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

  • Shifter Magazine's Dictionary of the Possible (Discussion at New School)

    Thom Donovan
    27 Oct 2014 | 5:00 pm
    OccultDiscussion Leaders: Mimi Winick & Thom DonovanSaturday, Nov 1, 4-6 pmThe Bark Room at the New School2 West 13th Street, Room M101Recommended Reading:Fred Moten “Black Mo’nin'” pg. 59, from Loss edited by David EngJalal Toufic, The Withdrawal of Tradition Past a Surpassing DisasterGauri Viswanathan, “Spectrality’s Secret Sharers: Occultism as (Post) Colonial Affect,” in Beyond the Black Atlantic: Relocating Modernization and Technology. Ed. Walter Goebel
  • Social Media Poetries at VCU (audio)

    Thom Donovan
    26 Oct 2014 | 2:13 pm
    The following is audio of a talk and reading I gave at Virginia Commonwealth University this past week, in their department for Painting and Printmaking.In it I discuss a range of contemporary poets who use social media to generate their work, and some who I believe wrote proto-social media poetries, such as Frank O'Hara, Ray Johnson, and Hannah Weiner.
  • Brandon Shimoda's "For Beth Murray"

    Thom Donovan
    26 Oct 2014 | 1:00 pm
    April 15, 2009*There is a kind of empathy that so fully transcends both genuine intimacy and imaginative projection that it conjoins the empathic individual to the person or thing or animal under attention with such infusing force that that individual becomes a kind of embracing, breathable liquid. We are, in fact—as individuals, as people—a kind of liquid, an embodied, bone-and-flesh kind of liquid—and yet we are not exactly meant to invent ourselves into the revelation of that fact, anymore than we are meant to be gathered together in this room without…
  • 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,…
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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

  • Redundant Geometry

    28 Oct 2014 | 9:56 pm
    beige graves wear their waxy moons. the angles inventing space. where we are suffocaitng. parched kingdoms slip out of their grab. temporary gods in broken mazes. the light holds its breath. waits for sight to remember. yellow murders toil in their prison. the day is always born. forever dead. her words are an intersection. everything is turning.the hours shrug. the distance sighs. she doesn't want to know the world. it doesn't need to know her. all sand and gnats in a bald charisma of corruption. an impotent chorus of hounds barking from behind their fences. the bridge is low and loud and…
  • Repairing Ironies

    25 Oct 2014 | 8:53 pm
    bleak epiphanies wear their salve. in thick wrinkles and small scars. the end is untamed and quite curious. full of impatient resolve. the box is sealed. the darkness is taut. the hours forget. the distance becomes us. limping over every shadow. the miles confess. earnest repent more stage than solvent. labor and division worn well enough. her choices all thumb tacks and pie crusts. the stubborn island. the official ceiling. laughing through the tears. vacancy's ubiquitous parasites. whispering of when the blood was still fresh. Copyright 2005-2014 by alcoholic poet.
  • Long Division

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

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

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

    30 Oct 2014 | 4:04 pm
    Awaiting lunch.Last night, Idanced for3 hours withthe Commaand his room-mate.  The Question Markwas there, eventhough he saidhe wouldn’t be,“Because it isso boing!”Right?  Inotice nowthat he calledthis morningat 5:30am.  Iapparentlydidn’t hearthe phone.My lunch-mate, Semi-colon, saysthat this isprobablyfortunate.
  • mmcclxix

    29 Oct 2014 | 11:50 pm
    It takes you so long to apologize                                —Tim DlugosI am particularly boringthese last few years.  Weorder some green stuff,stay only a few minutesbecause he’s got a dot-com interview on Mon-day that sounds promis-ing.  And Dude had a date last night.  Then Otto and I watched a million episodes of Narutowhilst eating our din-din.  Manyepisodes, four or five, I think.  Then to bed whereI…
  • mmcclxviii

    28 Oct 2014 | 11:29 am
                                       i hold your hand       because i thought you loved me;       those games are better left       for the sane.                                —John…
  • mmcclxvii

    27 Oct 2014 | 7:14 am
    Failure is the offshoot of argument—but then failure occurs too from a                 lack of…
  • mmcclxvi

    26 Oct 2014 | 2:21 pm
    The Two ThievesIt seems that we’vestolen and stolenfrom each other in suchdeep and beautiful ways.For example, I alwaysawaken to the mostwonderful sky filledwith white fluffy pillows.For example, I awakento darkness, a resplendentdarkness because you’re using me as your fluffy pillow.Always on the run, oftenkleptomaniacal, we glistenover one magazine or theother, taking snapshots in our heads.These get developed, blown-up, inevitably, by strangeand divergent processes thatneither quite gleans from the other.
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    Chicano Poet

  • 30 Oct 2014 | 8:49 am

    30 Oct 2014 | 8:49 am
    Mad Mad LoveEl ocho patas wanted to bemadly in loveyou knowlike in the old daysnot the worn outkind of loveof coursethat was foolish of himand being an old foolonly made it worsehis heartbeat made of haywas blown about by the windhis heartbeat made of fleshstill hungered for desirehis lion's maneflickeringhis sharp clawsdancingel ocho patascould feel the mad loveas he held heragainst his own will
  • 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
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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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  • In the chaos, I desire peace

    gautami tripathy
    26 Oct 2014 | 9:38 am
    she stands there wearing strange socks speedy recovery from a frivolous illness looking at the surroundings I almost have an apocalyptic vision the inklings of that echoes in my literary... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • 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! ]]
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  • To Be Poem

    David Michael Jackson
    27 Oct 2014 | 6:38 pm
    To Be, having not been for so very long. How long? How long? As long as the universe and as wide as her eyes in this silly sad world; and she looks at the same moon as I and she moves her toes in the dirt connected to the dirt under me. Moon I say. Moon, so orange and blue. You are a pathetic rock without her eyes to see you.  
  • it’s all absurd

    David Michael Jackson
    7 Aug 2014 | 12:52 pm
    most of my choices were absurd also….. choice of profession…. school…. job…. life, mostly wrong choices or right choices….. it’s all absurd… the religious cracks are crazy. The scientists are crazy… no wisdom is even possible…. existence isn’t even existential? It’s made up of the same crazy wacko absurd choices. A dinosaur tripped over a rock and decided to kick the rock and here we are.
  • A Rock that Moves

    David Michael Jackson
    2 Aug 2014 | 10:51 pm
    You just happen to be a rock that moves, Tigger. You are a rock that became a cat for awhile, Sugar Plum, and you are owned by this mouse in a cave, Pookey Bear and there will be no trace of you; you will be vapor, water vapor, and I can say you will flow to the sea. Oh how trite, the sea the trite meaningless sea it cannot or will not purr David Michael Jackson
  • The Blog Needs a Poem

    David Michael Jackson
    31 Jul 2014 | 10:15 pm
    The blog needs a poem. Where’s Jackson? Get those words, stack them over here. You there! Arrange these words so that they mean something. The college is coming. Here, tack them on the wall. Rhyme something, fool but don’t let them catch you being sentimental. The flowers wait: The blog needs a poem, read those words. Do they say peace? The flowers wait: Get Jackson in here. Jackson, I need a catchy ending. Make it say peace. Get those images of the bodies in line in that ditch. Pile them up with those words, Jackson
  • Thank You Mary Jane

    David Michael Jackson
    21 Jul 2014 | 8:58 pm
    Thank you Mary Jane I’m so glad you and your sisters Maria and Juanita came by. Certainly Mario and Juan are happy to see buds like you and Maria and Juanita who were so lovely in their green flowers.
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    Silliman's Blog

  • 29 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    29 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Galway Kinnell 1927 – 2014
  • 28 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    28 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    bpNichol & bill bissett <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> interviewed by <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> Phillis Webb <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]-->   way back when
  • 27 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    27 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Laure-Anne Bosselaar Reading for The Cortland Review at the 2008 AWP
  • 26 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    26 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    Maria Baranda Reading at  National University March 2014
  • 25 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm

    25 Oct 2014 | 9:00 pm
    This week in Oaxaca US Poets in Mexico Special Guests:  Andrei Codrescu & Maria Baranda <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--> <!--[endif]--> Guest Lecturer:  Ron Silliman with Laure-Anne Bosselaar  Anselm Berrigan  Larry Fagin  Clare Sullivan  Featuring: Leah Silvieus (2014 USPiM Fellowship Award Recipient) Featured Poetas Mexicanos Maria Baranda     Natalia
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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

  • Bitchin' with Nin and Whitman by Nicole Santalucia

    Nicole Santalucia
    30 Oct 2014 | 6:10 am
    I've been bitchin’ with Nin Andrews about what it’s like to live like a gypsy, about how being a poet has led to a vagabond life. I got a degree (hurray!), made a move for a job (at least I am lucky to get a job), and now I can’t help but think of how a lot of poets live out of a suitcase. And, it’s a little scary. As I was in the last stretch before my move—I had till Monday, July 14th to finish packing—the sea of boxes and clutter and exhaustion consumed me. I was already worried:...
  • The Rabbi, Rex Harrison, Walter Cronkite, and Me [by Alan Ziegler]

    Alan Ziegler
    30 Oct 2014 | 3:00 am
    (October 8 marked the 54th Anniversary of my Bar Mitzvah) The Bar Mitzvah talk starts after my tenth birthday. My parents join the Reform congregation of Temple Emanu-El in Lynbrook, and I am inserted into the Bar Mitzvah track: Hebrew School twice a week and Sunday School. I call it going to “reformed school.” I am good in real school but terrible in Hebrew School. Twice a week I have to tear myself away from playing ball with the gentiles or hanging out in pre-teen café society: Gino’s Pizzeria and Zanneti’s Luncheonette (we over-pronounce the final e in luncheonette). I...
  • A Visit to the Writers Chapel [by Alan Ziegler]

    Alan Ziegler
    30 Oct 2014 | 3:00 am
    Writers file into the non-genre-specific chapel. On the wall are the workshop commandments: Do not take thy writing in vain (only individual pieces). Remember the workshop day and do not be tardy or absent. Honor thy influences. Thou shalt not make characters kill or commit adultery without motivation or consequence. Thou shalt not plagiarize. Thou shalt not bear false criticism against thy workshop neighbor. Thou shalt not covet thy workshop neighbor’s oeuvre, although five-star online reviews are fine. When the room is full, they sit down at Paris café tables, open their manuscript…
  • NEXT LINE, PLEASE: The Shortest Story Ever Told

    The Best American Poetry
    29 Oct 2014 | 3:05 pm
    Taking a cue from Ernest Hemingway, The American Scholar continues its popular Next Line, Please contest with a challenge to readers to write a short story in under 25 words. Click over the American Scholar to read David Lehman's introduction and contest rules and to enter your short story. -- sdh
  • Bitching with Nicole: On Becoming a Prick by Nin Andrews

    Nin Andrews
    29 Oct 2014 | 4:05 am
    Last winter, Nicole Santalucia, published her first book, Driving Yourself to Jail in July, a delightful chapbook full of the spunk and spirit and incredible life stories. After its arrival, Nicole wrote and asked me, How do I get my book out there? Do I have to become a little prick? No, I wrote back. You have to become a big prick. A big self-promoting prick. Since then, I have thought a lot about the pressure poets feel to promote their books. To tweet them, to Facebook them, to blog them, to Tumblr them in order to get them reviewed...
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • Patti Smith Visits Chicago

    Harriet Staff
    30 Oct 2014 | 11:30 am
    In advance of Patti Smith’s visit to Chicago as part of the Chicago Humanities Festival, which includes a pair of performances at the Old Town School of Folk Music, she spoke with the Reader’s Aimee Levitt about moving to New York in the 1960s, her friendship with Robert Mapplethorpe, her poetry and music, and much much more. Levitt introduces her interview by writing: “There’s something extremely unnerving about picking up the phone and hearing the voice at the other end say, in a Jersey accent, ‘This is Patti Smith.’ Smith is, after all, one of the…
  • Poets & Writers Visits Jeff Shotts, Executive Editor of Graywolf Press

    Harriet Staff
    30 Oct 2014 | 10:00 am
    At Poets and Writers, spend a moment in conversation with Jeff Shotts, Executive Editor at Graywolf Press. The press, which PW writes “has been taking chances on new work often overlooked by editors in New York—and reaping big rewards” turns forty this year. From PW: Let’s start with a little about Graywolf. Do you think this press could exist outside of Minnesota? It could, in the way that other nonprofit independent presses exist elsewhere, but the Twin Cities is a coveted place because of its support for the arts. The philanthropic support in Minnesota is unparalleled—not…
  • At BOMB: John Ashbery Joins Adam Fitzgerald for Conversation

    Harriet Staff
    30 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    John Ashbery joins Adam Fitzgerald for a conversation published at BOMB that focuses on Ashbery’s time in Paris. Beginning with the foundation of Art and Literature their conversation moves between Ashbery’s Fulbright in Montpellier, life with James Schuyler in a sixth floor walk-up on 49th Street between 1st and 2nd Avenues, and translating his diary into English so his mom wouldn’t be able to read “dubious material.” More: AF When did you start learning French? JA Well, after a year of French in high school, I was sure that my mother read my diary, so I…
  • Sylvia Plath’s Birthday and a Look at the Intended Arrangement of Ariel

    Harriet Staff
    30 Oct 2014 | 6:00 am
    “Winter is for women,” wrote Sylvia Plath, who would have been 82 years old this week (the 27th to be exact). In honor of the occasion, a piece at The Atlantic revisits Ariel, with a close eye on the posthumous poetry collection’s original intent: bees? It’s more complicated, actually. “Plath…never could have anticipated that becoming herself would be a condition of her death. That was because the Ariel that was published was not her Ariel,” writes Katie Kilkenny. More precisely: After her death, Plath’s husband Ted Hughes rearranged her…
  • Now on Video: Eileen Myles’s Keynote Address From Symposium on the Work of Alice Notley

    Harriet Staff
    29 Oct 2014 | 12:30 pm
    The three-day, much-anticipated Alette in Oakland: A Symposium on the Work of Alice Notley, organized by the good folks at The Bay Area Public School, concluded this past weekend. We were there in spirit. But now in video-flesh: Eileen Myles’s keynote address! With an introduction from Brandon Brown! We hear the event was a huge success. A new book of previously uncollected texts from Notley, called Manhattan Luck, was also just published for the symposium by The Public School’s new print arm, Hearts Desire. And for the heart of the matter, check out SFSU’s collection of…
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • One Old Halloween

    26 Oct 2014 | 6:44 pm
    He rode with a witch To a town Just north from here, A gentle fog drifting As she sat evil still. They listened To an album he hated Twice, Went the wrong way Round roundabouts, Briefly argued About the Middle East And sizzled with dysfunction. They screamed and shouted, Turned the dusk midnight blue And pretended They were true to their pasts When they knew deep down They were lying. They were all about trying Or at least just pretending They were all about trying, And that brief bit of crying They let out, As two angry dogs Attacked the car boot At the lights Near the cemetery gates,…
  • 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.
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    Robert Peake

  • Demonstrating Faith in Humanity

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

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

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

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

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

  • Rwanda’s Leading Murderer

    Jessamy Nichols
    25 Oct 2014 | 10:38 pm
    Jessamy Nichols, Africa Correspondent Last Modified: 01:40 a.m. EST, 26 October 2014 KIGALI, Rwanda – Ever since the 1994 Rwandan genocide, the international community has been slow to criticize Rwanda’s new government and slow to intervene in matters there. This hesitancy to get involved is rooted back to their fear of being to blame for […]
  • Islamic New Year 2014 | The Prophet and Kaaba

    Sarah Jakubowski
    24 Oct 2014 | 1:50 pm
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 16:52 p.m. DST, 24 October 2014 This year, the new Islamic New Year fell on October 24. The date will mark the anniversary of the Prophet Muhammad’s journey from Mecca to Medina in year 622. He led his followers over 200 miles across barren desert to escape persecution. […]
  • Melkam Addis Amet 2014 | Happy Ethiopian New Year!

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

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

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

  • Good morning, Dodge

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

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

    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
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    Daily Poem With Gods Help

  • Laughter And Tears

    30 Oct 2014 | 6:48 pm
    Laughter and tears…-—————————-- I’ve been writing poems, For many many years, Some inspire laughter, Something bring out tears, I’ll never know to where they’re going, Or from whence they came, I guess there’s truth in knowing, They’re all really the same, Little bits of words, That usually rhyme, I try to Smith them about, And make them fit time, They’re almost always preceded, By a short little prayer, Help me with the words God, If you’re really there, And the next thing I know,…
  • Someone in Need

    29 Oct 2014 | 4:54 pm
    Someone in need…-————————–- Every once in awhile, You meet someone in need, Then something suggests that their style, Could be somewhat of greed, God help me not be impatient, In judgment of others, Help me remember they just like me, With fathers and mothers, With the love and affection , I’d give a dying and sick man, Let me offer them protection, And reach out my hand-——————--Original article: Someone in Need©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • October November December

    28 Oct 2014 | 6:17 pm
    October November December…-——————————————–- October November December, My favorite time of year, This season I always remember, Fun thankfulness and cheer, Plus I like the colors, The trees are at their best, Reds and yellows and oranges, To me it’s better than the rest, And most of all I love the foods, Rich and stout and yummy, They go completely with all my moods, And boldly swell my tummy-—————-Original article: October November December©2014 Daily Poem…
  • It’s Late And I’m Tired

    27 Oct 2014 | 7:36 pm
    It’s late and I’m tired…-———————————- It’s late and I’m tired, My brain has mentally fired, Truthfully I’m ready for bed, But don’t look so sad, Its really not that bad, I’m already there in my head, So win or lose, I still must choose, Whether this poem to write, So if I don’t do it now, I’ll see the moon and the cow, And my mind will race all night-——————--Original article: It’s Late And I’m Tired©2014 Daily Poem…
  • Four Ducks

    26 Oct 2014 | 5:33 pm
    Four ducks…-————————- There are many of you , Who may remember, I got 4 ducks, Late in September, Ducklings actually, That was my choice, But they only Peeped, They hadn’t found their voice, Then yesterday came, With me at the food sack, And one got excited, And let out a quack, With the food bowl I led them, They followed and ran, To their very own duck pond, And they jumped in and swam, So they swam and they quacked, Without a single fight, Now it’s time to close up the coop, For a safe ducky good…
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  • The Mischief Cafe: Basking Ridge, New Jersey

    L. L. Barkat
    30 Oct 2014 | 2:31 pm
    In a whirl, we recently dreamed up a traveling Mischief Café, and within hours of broaching it simply as a daydream, Michelle Ortega stepped up to host an event, with her friends and Tweetspeak’s L.L. Barkat (me) in attendance. The gathering at Michelle’s on October 29, 2014, at 6:30 p.m., goes down in history as the first of what we hope will be many Mischief Café experiences around the country (and the world). To paraphrase Michelle, “People get together to buy kitchen gadgets and for book clubs. Why not for poetry?” And the emphasis is on people, not on experts or…
  • Top Ten Quotes from “On Being a Writer” by Kroeker & Craig

    LW Lindquist
    30 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    I heard a question posed this week that I’m not sure has been heard before: What kind of publisher publishes a book without telling the authors? In some punctuarial realms, one might want to add a combination of exclamation points and additional question marks. The answer, of course, is T.S. Poetry Press. And, of course, even a publisher so mischievous as T.S. Poetry wouldn’t do such a thing with every author, no. But with Ann Kroeker and Charity Singleton Craig, co-authors of the newly (surprise!) released On Being a Writer, a sort of non-book launch seemed the perfect…
  • What You Do for Poetry

    L. L. Barkat
    29 Oct 2014 | 8:01 am
    Last year, we discovered, through our dear friend Jane Friedman, the good folks at Tugboat Yards. Through a simple subscription-style service, they’ve allowed our community to help partner with Tweetspeak in the many ways it brings poetry to the world. (If you’ve noticed a pop-up “Classic” offer here lately, that would be compliments of Tugboat.) What has your partnership done for poetry this past year? Here Are Just Ten Ways You’ve Been a Poetry Partner This Year! 1. Infographics and Poetry Teaching Resources Where else does your partnership result in gazelles…
  • Why Teach Poetry? Interview with Colorado Poet Laureate Joseph Hutchison (Part 1)

    Maureen Doallas
    29 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    Joseph Hutchison was appointed Colorado Poet Laureate on September 9.  During his four-year term, Hutchison will travel throughout Colorado as the state’s official ambassador for poetry and literacy. He plans to produce poetry-related resources, such as a database of Colorado poets, that teachers could use to develop their students’ awareness of poetry and its connection to daily life. Professor Hutchison, who has published work in scores of prestigious literary periodicals, took time from his academic and administrative duties at University College at University of Denver, to respond to…
  • The Poems the Soldiers Read in World War I

    Glynn Young
    28 Oct 2014 | 2:00 am
    We know what the most famous poem to come out of World War I was, “In Flanders Fields” by John McCrae. But what poems did the soldiers themselves read? The answer is both surprising and not surprising. If you know British military history, the answer is not surprising. But the answer is surprising for the sheer volume of poetry that was created in and about the war. At one point, the Times of London was receiving 100 poems a day for possible publication. It seemed that everyone was writing poetry – officers and soldiers in the field, families back home, government officials, retired…
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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

  • A Country Of Sick Men

    Tony Brown
    29 Oct 2014 | 11:32 am
    Originally posted 8/28/2013. The men of that country  must be sick for how else can one explain comb-overs, wars, long nosed cars,  long reach guns,  filibusters, a weaponized God, hangings, unfortunate colognes, blood feasts, the casual seizing of women, of children, of other men, the willed ignorance  of lack of consent,  the leveraged buyouts, the wolf pelts, the blessing of radioactive oceans, the balls of old oil in the bellies of seals, the blank-eyed drooling in rooms full of vintage guitars and game balls, the blackout drunks, and the hard-engine bikes, except as symptoms? This…
  • Lion Trilogy

    Tony Brown
    27 Oct 2014 | 6:26 pm
    Originally three separate poems posted between 2010 and 2013. 1. Once there was a lion in love with a breeze – neither jet stream nor hurricane,  just a humble riffle of air —   but on that breeze the lion soared.   The lion must surely have been transformed into some other being, as lions cannot fly. Yet the lion flew. There’s not more to be said of that, I think,  unless you are one who must find meaning in all things, one who must sip rainwater from a china cup, one who holds a book to their face to understand sunrise and thus misses the sight of a lion making a…
  • The Sheepdog Klezmer Orchestra

    Tony Brown
    27 Oct 2014 | 1:52 pm
    Originally posted 7/21/2010. A klezmer band purchases a sheepdog to act as band mascot.  They change the name of the band to the Sheepdog Klezmer Orchestra. The Sheepdog Klezmer Orchestra begin to travel widely and soon achieve a degree of acclaim.  Everywhere they go, they bring the sheepdog (known to the audiences only as The Sheepdog) with them.  He lies on stage during their sets, perking up for the dances, then dropping his sad head to the floor for the vocal lamentations and slow songs, peering out at the audience through his fringe of fur, looking right and left. The Sheepdog is in…
  • Tiger

    Tony Brown
    27 Oct 2014 | 7:45 am
    Originally posted 2/19/2010. There are believed to be no tigers in Worcester at the moment.  Our lone animal park  holds cougars and polar bears.  If anyone here owns a surreptitious tiger, they’ve been keeping it well-concealed,  but this evening I swear I saw a tiger in the shadows by the back fence. It’s been said that if a tiger once tastes human flesh, it will remain a maneater forever.  This one clearly saw me, but made no move in my direction. It may have already eaten.  It may not have known how sweet I am. Perhaps that maneater label is just a legend.   Perhaps…
  • Dreaming Of Powerball

    Tony Brown
    26 Oct 2014 | 4:22 am
    Originally posted 5/14/2008. I dreamed of winning Powerball. Overnight a heap of one hundred and seventeen million dollars stuffed itself into my head and wedged itself there, trapped by the nose of an Aston Martin left running in my ear canal. I woke up inside the fantasy of imminent wealth. I cleared out a room in there in which to squirrel away  these cares about how to pay my bills and how to cook simple dinners. I can no longer be bothered with such things. There are smart folkswho call the lottery“a tax on the poor.” Bull.I don’t feel poor as much as exiled. When…
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    Root Times

  • Life and Social Anxiety

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

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

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

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

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

  • We are Cyborgs with Beating Hearts !

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

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

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

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

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

  • I couldn’t say it any better …

    30 Oct 2014 | 4:38 pm
  • Sleepless

    28 Oct 2014 | 9:07 pm
    Neither promise nor demand I love you stands between us Immutable and sleepless
  • Surpassing Strange

    27 Oct 2014 | 6:59 pm
    The gift of foresight is a poison without antidote. Instead of living in the moment, at one with stars, The pleasures of your past & knowing nothing lasts, And something bitter without taste, dead without Ever living, destroys the present, eating it before It blooms, before we can know the garden or the rose. I want more than everything, more than all of you. Instead I feel you slipping away before first meeting; The look, a glance, first intimation of desire, casts A shadow through me into tomorrow, next year, miles Down the open road, a car crash without anything In sight except the…
  • The Honey Bee Sees

    27 Oct 2014 | 6:33 pm
    The blind madness of girls masturbating In sunlit rooms, lost like river angels Swept through a spark of heaven, single Roses abloom in hastening motion, joy - Full of shimmering petals, shivering Laughter, gardens of sweet, tense bliss.
  • Fleeting Fatal

    26 Oct 2014 | 9:41 pm
    The hive longs for honey. Even the quietest garden Dreams of light in the dark, Remembers fires betiding. Underground rivers tremble Like stars overhead in the Untrammeled night, at one With the dark velvet sky. A perfect embrace aching And falling from flight, Fatal and fearless before Dissolution and sleep. So the sting and quickening Breath, panic and ruin, Time swollen and broken Like bones made of sugar And blood rich as red wine.
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    Walking Is Still Honest

  • The Fragile Strands of Speak

    27 Oct 2014 | 8:00 am
    Public Speaking by Valentina Cano I speak word after word and find the sound weaken. I have encircled myself with a thready tune that fans into fibrous pulp. It presses me in, cloying and sweet, like an orange’s center crushed in a fist. Hollow Victory I didn’t mean to crowd you into submission. Of any sort. Not the splay-legged denial of bones and teeth, not the weak blooded nod of a head stiff from refusing to turn. I was there to rip your limbs into confetti, but it’s not possible to do to a creature who has lost its skeleton without noticing in some conversation long ago.
  • The Words of Inviting Speak

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

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

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

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

  • Fuck Art, Let’s Dance

    Jeremiah Walton
    30 Oct 2014 | 10:00 am
    Be thankful for what you have and keep moving. Fuck art, let’s dance let’s cackle the dawn into a campfire boil opportunity to bones and suck upon marrow motivation posters can burn under foot step rubber burns, the coal of miles money is a mass murderer seductively massaging my ass rope swing burns are now sun burns under sweat and shovel Tagged: lit, literature, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poets, writers, writing
  • Recipes for Happiness

    Jeremiah Walton
    26 Oct 2014 | 12:14 pm
    EASY RECIPE FOR HAPPINESS Step 1: Follow the Self organic / inanimate Others create for you Stare at the ground. ANARCHIST COOK BOOK TABLE OF CONTENTS …1: Love others more than you can bear to …2: Molotov makes baking cops more difficult …3: Molotov is becoming necessary …4: Do not cradle the world like it’s angry alligators if you do not know how to wrestle alligators …5: There is no room for Apathy’s lack of input when cooking …6: There’s always a way out. Suicide is not one of them. …7: Kiss the cheeks of all colors …8:…
  • Paranoid pools under eyes

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

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

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

  • Worry

    30 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    She cannot go to sleepUntil she's made sure to Check the doorsCheck the windowsCheck the doorsCheck the windowsGet stopped by a hug and a kissBefore she checks a third timeYet still she tries againAnd then I wonderIs she just afterAnother hug and kissOr does she reallyWorryBy Joseph Kemper © 4 April 2014I hope you like the poem.If you have any topics that you would like me to adress in my poetry please comment below and I will create a poem just for you. Thank you for taking the time to like comment and share. You can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here…
  • Where Love Finds Its Strength

    29 Oct 2014 | 5:00 pm
    Let me know if you would like me to put any thoughts together for any specific areas or challenges in life and, if you would like, I will dedicate that thought to you.Please feel free to share and certainly remember to like.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
  • Falling Down

    29 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    How far will we go?How much will we take?What more will we let them take?They have taken our freedomThey are taking our rightsOur rights are all but goneSoon I fear We too might see The innocent lined upRounded up, dragged through the streets and shotPlaced in campsAnd killedHolocaust part twoWho will it beWhich group will the tyrants choose this time?Will it be yours?Do you even care?Will you care when it is your brotherYour sisterYour motherYour childOr even you?Are you willing to take the riskA fool you might call meBut power corruptsAnd they are taking more and morePowerAnd still they…
  • What Lies Beyond Today

    28 Oct 2014 | 5:00 pm
    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
  • Troubled Stance

    28 Oct 2014 | 5:00 am
    Away with theePetition me no moreReturn to thy pitI will never give place to thy vain ambitionsLove will always guide my heartBy Joseph Kemper © 4 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
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    Awesome Poetry

  • The biscuit tale

    Priyanshi Dass
    27 Oct 2014 | 10:26 am
    The post The biscuit tale appeared first on Awesome Poetry.
  • O brave soul

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

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

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

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

  • An Inspirational Story

    rohan bhardwaj
    28 Oct 2014 | 11:34 am
    Life is all about trying and pushing the limits to reach heights which you wish for in life. When things are not going as planned, you take the turn and think of alternatives. But, before giving up we all look for some motivation.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Why Mother Is Special?

    rohan bhardwaj
    26 Oct 2014 | 2:52 am
    We all love our moms and we often give the highest honor to our mother. What is in the world that gives her such respect and love? We often love our sister, wife, but when it comes to mother we always get inclined to her love.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • 5 Fruits For A healthy Living

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

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

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

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