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  • Makeup on Empty Space By Anne Waldman

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    23 Apr 2014 | 11:00 pm
    By Anne Waldman
  • Food Poetry: SouthSick

    Poetry News
    24 Apr 2014 | 6:40 pm
    The intersection of food and poetry is a natural one: both are subjects that concern themselves with experience, memory, sense, and self.
  • The lies we tell you

    bentlily | One poem a day
    Samantha Reynolds
    23 Apr 2014 | 12:26 pm
    I think about the litter of lies in your head and how you love them over and over like pets the Easter bunny for example and how I got carried away and now you think he has elves too or how you trust that everyone will live to be a hundred but for some reason when it comes to films we are blunt your dad stopping every time to show you the special effects like where the witch falls through the floor and how Oliver’s voice is dubbed by a girl’s we must have thought we were being wise to pull back the curtain and so my heart dropped off its perch last night when you caught a bit of the news…
  • Gus Simonovic - One of Us

    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry
    23 Apr 2014 | 12:00 am
    Gus Simonovic on IndieFeed Performance Poetry.  Show number 1326.
  • Poem of the Day: I Thank You God For Most This Amazing

    Poem of the Day
    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  …
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    bentlily | One poem a day

  • The lies we tell you

    Samantha Reynolds
    23 Apr 2014 | 12:26 pm
    I think about the litter of lies in your head and how you love them over and over like pets the Easter bunny for example and how I got carried away and now you think he has elves too or how you trust that everyone will live to be a hundred but for some reason when it comes to films we are blunt your dad stopping every time to show you the special effects like where the witch falls through the floor and how Oliver’s voice is dubbed by a girl’s we must have thought we were being wise to pull back the curtain and so my heart dropped off its perch last night when you caught a bit of the news…
  • The feast

    Samantha Reynolds
    14 Apr 2014 | 9:18 am
    The poem sits inside you like a hunter waiting for a weak moment of indecision or the lull of your commute and that’s when it pounces clawing its words into the hem of your lips for birth is no place for grace and your friends think it’s serene this poetry but they don’t see its teeth that if you don’t give it paper to feast on your friends will call for you and find only a stack of bones.
  • Where you find the room

    Samantha Reynolds
    8 Apr 2014 | 10:55 pm
    You lay there today and smiled at each of us in that surprising way when joy seems to crash out of you I picked you up smooth and fleshy as a mango told them I was going to change your diaper which I did but I also wanted a moment to whisper into your belly my gratitude for forgiving all those moments when I don’t look and for treating the times that I do with a generosity so big I wonder at your little heart and where you find the room.
  • Last day in Hawaii

    Samantha Reynolds
    5 Apr 2014 | 12:25 am
    We watch as the lazy eye of the sun is erased by the mountain the air stays warm and smooth as silk just like the poets say the waves slap quietly like a dog’s tongue at a water bowl and you turn to me your hair sticking up in a sea water mess mama I love you the most of the life times a thousand moons and I will my busy brain to stop everything and etch this moment into whatever place is made for things that need to live inside me forever.
  • Ordinary miracle

    Samantha Reynolds
    2 Apr 2014 | 12:06 am
    Another friend another new baby this cascade of life is so common and yet here I am again startled by how the thinness of a moment can hatch all that skin and hope.
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    Poem of the Day

  • 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,…
  • Poem of the Day: To You

    Nina Alvarez
    27 Dec 2013 | 1:11 pm
    Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands, Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you, Your true soul and body appear before me, They stand forth out of affairs, out of commerce, shops, work, farms, clothes, the house, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying. Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem, I whisper with my lips close to your ear, I have loved many women and men, but I love…
  • Poem of the Day: In December

    Nina Alvarez
    25 Dec 2013 | 10:30 pm
    In December, when draughts solidly freeze and the lanterns swing and linger, I go home. The swinging pulls me. Like a ricochet, a rocket, a see-saw, a jig-saw, the swaying slowly rocks me to the right position. What lays loose and long before me are a series of alphabets, snow-deep, marked against the white. Deep-driven linguistic structures in the snow. -Nina AlvarezFiled under: poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, words, Write, Writer, writing
  • Poem of the Day: Fern Hill

    Nina Alvarez
    21 Dec 2013 | 1:23 pm
    Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves Trail with daisies and barley Down the rivers of the windfall light. And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home, In the sun that is young once only, Time let me play and be Golden in the mercy of his means, And…
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • heavy duty

    Wade Kwon
    24 Apr 2014 | 8:45 am
    Can the world’s problems be solved before a cup of morning coffee? Nay. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the path of shorts

    Wade Kwon
    22 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Night brings welcome cool and sufficient darkness to stroll without long pants. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the home stretch

    Wade Kwon
    21 Apr 2014 | 6:00 am
    The finish line in sight, whether to speed up or coast to completion. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • risen and resplendent

    Wade Kwon
    19 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Bonnets and pastel outfits and spiffy shoes make for full decked-out pews. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • impolite society

    Wade Kwon
    18 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm
    He would often air his dirty laundry to get gasps from nosy peers. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
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  • Lines from Poems I Read Early This Morning and Liked

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

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

    25 Mar 2014 | 3:45 am
    I really love this poem, 'When Someone Goes Away, Everything That's Been Done Comes Back' by Macedonian poet, Nikola Madzirov (translated by Peggy & Graham Reid, Magdalena Horvat and Adam Reed). You can find it and other terrific poems in Remnants of Another Age, published by Bloodaxe, 2013, a dual language edition."In the embrace on the corner you will recognizesomeone’s going away somewhere. It’s always so.I live between two truthslike a neon light trembling inan empty hall..."
  • Utter (And Three Other Books)

    22 Mar 2014 | 4:53 am
    I have read four books, all completely different from one another and all brilliant in their own way. I will try to write more soon about Jen Hadfield’s Byssus (Picador), Tishani Doshi’s Everything Begins Elsewhere (Bloodaxe) and Gabeba Baderoon’s The Dream in the Next Body (Kwela/Snailpress). But I have been re-reading Vahni Capildeo’s amazing Utter (Peepal Tree Press), a book with a tremendous range of voices and forms and with a beautifully iconoclastic sense of humour. It flits between mainstream and experimental enough to call the existence of such categories into question. I’m…
  • We Could Send Letters

    20 Mar 2014 | 3:36 am
    What came through my letterbox yesterday? A selection of leaflets advertising carry-out pizzas and other foods, two envelopes containing junk mail, a package with a book inside sent by a publisher for possible review in Magma, and a business letter. I can't remember the last time someone actually wrote a letter to me that wasn't to do with work or was carrying out some form of transaction. I can't remember when I last wrote such a letter either.A few months ago, I wrote a fairly long article on a book published by Bloodaxe, Airmail: the Letters of Robert Bly and Tomas Transtromer, an article…
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    GotPoetry.com News

  • James Welch's 'Winter in the Blood' is a great American novel

    24 Apr 2014 | 9:00 am
    "Sometimes you have to lean into the wind to stand straight," says the main character in James Welch's novel "Winter in the Blood." Link!
  • Prolific writer lived a life full of contradictions

    24 Apr 2014 | 9:00 am
    When John Updike died in 2009 at the age of 76, followers of American literature could not quite comprehend it. Novels, criticism and poetry (60 books) had flowed like a river from Updike's pen since his years as a Harvard undergraduate. It was as if the writer vanished midsentence.. Link!
  • Blue Frog Books Celebrates Poetry Month

    24 Apr 2014 | 8:45 am
    Poetry News: Blue Frog Books Celebrates Poetry Month With "Companion Unobtrusive - A Night of Open Poetry" - Local Poet, Kurt Hierholzer of Howell, MI, Will Start the Event Off Friday, April 25, 2014, 7:00 p.m. - 9:00 p.m.: An "open mic" poetry event for all to recite original or others' works.Link!
  • No sound of silence in praise of poet

    24 Apr 2014 | 8:44 am
    "I like the sound of Heaney 's poetry - there is a musicality to it. He may have come from Irish soil, but his words resonate around the world." Simon sang extracts ...Link!
  • Emerging writers take stage at SUNY Potsdam's Lougheed Festival

    24 Apr 2014 | 8:39 am
    Figuring Out What's at Stake in your Poem,' at 1 p.m. Tuesday, followed by a reading from her poetry anthology, 'What the Mouth Was Made For,' at 4 p.m. Riegel is also the author of another poetry collection, 'Castaway,' and ...Link!
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    Poems and Poetics

  • Toward a Poetry & Poetics of the Americas (5): Víctor Terán, Six Poems from “The Spines of Love”

    Jerome Rothenberg
    22 Apr 2014 | 5:13 am
    Translation from Isthmus Zapotec by David Shook THE NORTH WIND WHIPS The north wind whips through,in the streets papers and leaves are chased with resentment. Houses moan,dogs curl into balls. There is something in the afternoon’s finger, a catfish spine, a rusty nail. Someone unthinkingly smoked cigarettes in heaven,left it overcast, listless. Here, at ground level, no one could take their shadow for a walk, sheltered in their houses, people are surprised to discover their misery. Someone didn’t show, their host was insulted. Today the world agreed to open her thighs,…
  • Michael Davidson: Four Poems from Bleed Through, plus one other

    Jerome Rothenberg
    17 Apr 2014 | 4:56 am
    BAD MODERNISM             Suddenly all is / loathing (John Ashbery) and there’s plenty to be unhappy aboutif I can just get the reception area festoonedin time for their arrival, paper cupsand those little plastic whatsits so that,gorged on meaning,they troop through the glass doorsseeking interpretation, first floormildly historical, second floordesire matrix, parents accompanytheir indiscretions straightto the penthouse, and someonehands them a phone, “turtles”they’re called, heads bobbingas though they had a choiceto…
  • Four Poems by Heriberto Yépez translated by Nathaniel Tarn (redux)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    13 Apr 2014 | 6:56 am
    A SEXY EPIC“A SEXY EPIC.”An untoward allianceof words.A prosti-code of our time(an era which is scarcely maternal). An age pusillanimous or absurd What would Homer have saidhad he seen this movie? Would he have been anguished by this rape? Or would he not even have been restoredby the very existence of Virgil?FITTING INTO THE NEW IRONIC UTERUSObscureinhabitation. The night of historywill mix its mistswith the night of your life. Mammalian technology.Emetic vulva, mine. In the underworld, the sole of your footis looked on with terror.(Horror pedal of the…
  • Jackson Mac Low: the poem I've been futzing around with for c. 16 days

    Jerome Rothenberg
    8 Apr 2014 | 6:18 pm
    [The following letter & poem are as found in our email correspondence from 2003.  The Naropa reference is to a question I had raised about using some of Jackson’s aleatory procedures in a workshop at Naropa’s Jack Kerouac school that coming summer, & the initials LP refer of course to Jackson’s Light Poems.  A small portion of the formatting has been modified or distorted in the transfer to blogger, but may be better viewed in the Jacket2 version. (J.R.)]From: Jackson Mac Low To: jeromerothenberg@hotmail.com Subject: the poem I've been futzing around with for…
  • Pier Paolo Pasolini: Seven Poems for Ninetto (1970-73)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    5 Apr 2014 | 5:32 am
    Pier Paolo Pasolini & Ninetto DavoliTranslation from Italian & commentaryby Peter Valente[These poems are part of a sequence whose central focus is Pasolini’s love for the young actor Ninetto Davoli.  They are selected from the 112 works that exist in various states of draft and revision, most of them written during the filming of the “Canterbury Tales” in Englandand completed on Pasolini’s return to Italy. The last poem in the sequence is dated “February 1973.”] 1/Your place was at my side,and you were proud of this.But, sitting with your arm on the steering…
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    Wild Horses Of Fire

  • 6 Morning Talks @ The Kitchen

    Thom Donovan
    20 Apr 2014 | 10:44 am
    Andy Fitch edited this great book of interviews, 60 Morning Talks, which I will be reading from with Shanna Compton, Dorothea Lasky, Tan Lin, Christopher Schmidt, and Jenny Zhang this Wednesday at The Kitchen.
  • The Sensation Feelings Journal

    Thom Donovan
    20 Apr 2014 | 10:35 am
    A poem that I wrote after Michael Clark's incredible dance film, Hail the New Puritan, is up at the inaugural issue of Connie Mae Oliver's web zine, The Sensation Feelings Journal, which includes work from CAConrad, Christina Drill, Sarah Feeley, Vanessa Jimenez Gabb, Gracie Leavitt, and others.

    Thom Donovan
    31 Mar 2014 | 4:41 pm
    Wednesday night at the Poetry Project myself and others will be celebrating the launch of the Etel Adnan Reader, which I edited with Brandon Shimoda for Nightboat Books. Please come hear folks read from the book and celebrate Etel's incredible life's work in words.
  • Left Melancholy in LIT 25

    Thom Donovan
    23 Mar 2014 | 12:30 pm
    A big chunk of Left Melancholy appears in LIT 25, along with work by Jackqueline Frost, Harold Abramowitz, Franklin Bruno and other favorites. Thanks to Jeff T. Johnson, editor extraordinaire.
  • Maggy 5

    Thom Donovan
    22 Mar 2014 | 11:26 am
    I have some poems in Maggy 5. "Blood Mooon," for Etel Adnan. "Sublime Anger," after David Wojnarowicz. "Lit," for Marissa Perel. And "Impassed," for Beth Murray.Thank you to Adam Fitzgerald!
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    A window Within Myself

  • Broken ..

    2 Apr 2014 | 12:40 pm
    You found meA broken wall But im more than that Im a shattered heart Still the hands thats pulls me downDedicated in demolishing my wallBut Im still untouched As my soul is higher than that  Nasra Al Adawi
  • Amidst of soul breath

    30 Mar 2014 | 11:57 am
    silence calling silence
  • Pen Touch

    22 Mar 2014 | 7:07 am

    10 Mar 2014 | 5:26 am

    2 Mar 2014 | 10:25 am
    Feel the musicYour soul words Let it be heartbeats Your absolute inner voice #Nasraaladawi #poem #words #poetry
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    Sad Poems

  • A Carnival of Touch

    21 Apr 2014 | 9:27 pm
    it was far. the distance became her as she went further. it was still cold, though it shouldn't have been anymore. she fussed with the colors. the delicate science of sober. like an open drawbridge. no boats in the water. just the gap. louder than ever. she watched the train. slow as it was. she drew the maps. in spoils of skin. and stubborn pinnochios. her thoughts like rain. fall quietly. ignoring the bottom. it changes. so often. her loyalty like traffic. going in every direction. and nowhere. folding the butterfly. a  paper apocalypse. opening all the zippers on her skin. chasing the…
  • Gentle Snowfall

    16 Apr 2014 | 9:10 pm
    a cold end. a yellow defeat. soft stones strike the glass, but rarely break it. the long math of faces betray the simplicity of skin.  tease the frigid. in quiet chokes of wind. and the loud epiphanies  proximity tends to overlook. stones crumble. the dust confesses. the jaws of the moment bite down. chew.  and we are consumed. quietly digested. like everything else that is dead. the pace is irrelevant. no destination. just going. always searching. for corners that tend to meet. the curious angles that lead us to connections. fluctuating degrees. and tardy rabbits. overwhelmed…
  • Steep Hills In Both Directions

    13 Apr 2014 | 9:15 pm
    soft stalks in the thick grass. tease the sun. assuming life is residual. or some form thereof. her bricks carry her. in stiff tongues and absent martyrs. life is small. smaller than we ever imagined. shattered tiles  on the stairs. the impossible logic of trust. simmers and burns in its empty pot. the gentle paradox of deception. boasts its graves in fractions of the original math. there is no such thing as addiction of subtraction. only corners where the shadows relent. this long walk forgets the obvious parables. the distance concerns itself only with the echo. the mind's beating…
  • Reasoning with the Cocoon

    7 Apr 2014 | 9:23 pm
    her skewed geometry of touch. arrives in heavy downpours. yet manifests in delicate floods. collisions and droughts pierce the sober wind. life is a series of butterflies chewing off their own wings. no sneeze. no chain of events. the empty abyss that surrounds us our only connection. the rain breathes. in slender angles that give us strength to dare. the water sings its path. a graceful cascade of ghosts in a last surrender to gravity. her eyes like broken math. a frenzy of calculations desperate for an answer. her lips are sour candy. but sugar is all i taste. change is always ready. but…
  • Comfortable Vertigo

    5 Apr 2014 | 9:44 pm
    hard measures. angles and what not. such as the body is. divided. slivers and threads boast their independence. the larger mass mostly gravity and the subtle science of apathy. sex's crass magicians pull rabbits from our heads. time's adamant priests locate paradise in the most unlikely places. there is a momentum to the grey. a tide beneath the sober. and all of us are devoured in its hunger. we can never be. nor ever have been. that time was long spent before we noticed it. we flail in our emotional bankruptcy while the taste of wealth stubbornly lingers on our lips. the pauses have their…
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  • mmcxxxiv

    24 Apr 2014 | 6:10 pm
    Do you know how long we have before the Thunder Palace activates?                                                          —overheard during an episode of Fairy TaleI wanna settle the score with Salamander so bad I can taste it!                       …
  • mmcxxxiv

    22 Apr 2014 | 1:22 pm
    privilegethe bowlfrom whichi scoopis apainter’spalettethe holefrom whichi emergeblows me akiss goodbye
  • mmcxxxiii

    21 Apr 2014 | 1:22 pm
    ...and spreading panicles of purple flowers—a low violet cloud!                                                                         —Mei-mei BerssenbruggeThe spacebetweenyour pianoand mybig toe
  • mmcxxxii

    20 Apr 2014 | 8:05 pm
    hi!  i meanhey!oryay!
  • mmcxxxi

    19 Apr 2014 | 10:40 am
    then,seeing aliens,we headed for the hills
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    Chicano Poet

  • 17 Apr 2014 | 10:55 pm

    17 Apr 2014 | 10:55 pm
    La TachuelaThe Mexican girl kissedlike brass tacksagainst his thighswhat he was doingwas wrong like the skywhich soiled the barriolike the Aztec windwhich dropped its knifethe Aztec sunwhich dropped its gunthe Mexican girlfought against lovethe pinche Heideke Gang vatosalways picked on heras she walked the hallsof Seguin High School"Tachuelame la pela."was their refrainlittle did they knowshe kissed like brass tacksunder her skirt
  • 12 Apr 2014 | 9:43 pm

    12 Apr 2014 | 9:43 pm
    Summer In The CityDriving in the vanwith her father and motherquietly in the backhe slips his hand under her smileat the intersectioncars with tongues hanging outin the heatpedestrians selling their sweatcops arrestingthe pitifully hota chihuahuadesperately seeking the dog poundthe dog poundturns into ouncessummer in the cityfires started by water hydrantshis hand in her heartcovered in love
  • 10 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Battle Of The BirdsI was fighting with the birdswhen momma got the broommy piece of the pie was a tireI flung it at a girlwhose skinny legs spilledout of her skirtand into my heartthe birds had a stickup their sleevesthey shared it with youI was left in the darkmomma's broom was a heartI wore in my chestlove is more than you can thinkI was fighting with the birdsthey blackened my armsmy eyelids full of bloodhow sweetly they lifted the scornmy girlfriend bobbed up and downher mouth tasted of swampthe dancing birds forlorn
  • 10 Apr 2014 | 10:50 am

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:50 am
    Ombligo Del Space Time ContinuumThe viejito carries a plastic grocery bagand a stick to ward offthe barrio dogs and gang mensosin the bag is a package of factory tortillashis viejita can't make tortillas anymoreeven young Mexican womencan't make tortillas anymorehe says out loud as he walksdownhill on Merrimac St.on the Southside of San Antoniohe's the navel of the cityand the whole Diosdamned cityswirls down into his belly
  • 5 Apr 2014 | 1:06 pm

    5 Apr 2014 | 1:06 pm
    IodineI made love to her in the iodineher bra knocking castlesout of my graspher clitorishidden behind sunglassesmy mouth wateringlike the seaher actrushing against my hands
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    the dust congress

  • 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
  • 14 Mar 2014 | 9:56 am

    14 Mar 2014 | 9:56 am
    many times we've been out drinking and many times we've shared our thoughts * Nice Breeze's "Transparency" is featured in the Washington City Paper. * WAMU's Bandwith blog includes Nice Breeze in its Brief Introduction to DC's garage rock scene.
  • 10 Feb 2014 | 7:00 pm

    10 Feb 2014 | 7:00 pm
    Let the products sell themselves fuck advertising, commercial psychology psychological methods to sell should be destroyed * A poem by klipschutz from SECOND TERM BLUES “Active citizenship may be a drag, and interfere with your real vocation as a Facebook addict, but what’s the alternative? Unregulated corporations whose CEOs bloviate about their libertarian principles even as they
  • 17 Jan 2014 | 11:55 am

    17 Jan 2014 | 11:55 am
    and the time will come when you add up the numbers Rosamond Purcell, Untitled, 2000 * Two new Nice Breeze recordings: I'm No Joan of Arc & New Barflies can be heard here. * "Information is not knowledge. Knowledge is not wisdom. Wisdom is not truth. Truth is not beauty. Beauty is not love. Love is not music. Music is THE BEST..." --Frank Zappa
  • 12 Jan 2014 | 9:27 am

    12 Jan 2014 | 9:27 am
    the sun highlights the lack in each John Divola, As Far as I Could Get: 10 Seconds, 1996 A poem by Klipschutz: KEEP UP! “the sports page makes the news” A-Rod, A-Rod, A-Rod, say it isn’t isn’t so. Cross your fingers if you have to, but Say it! Do it with your game face on, A-Bro! I wouldn’t know you from A-Dam or Bam-Bam or C-Span but I love you for your flaws, in that fecklessly American
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  • dappered & tappered

    gautami tripathy
    13 Apr 2014 | 9:27 am
    The King of Cats, 1935, Balthus swayed by his determined cat he turns this way and that his gaudy clothes swear deeply at him papers tumble briefly on the floor by a single flick of his... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • desperate measures

    gautami tripathy
    9 Mar 2014 | 10:24 am
    Lee Plaza Hotel, Detroit, photo by Bonnie Beechler in that room, before the war there was laughter which turned my legs to jelly a paradise that we all miss row and then another row of broken... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • lion of things

    gautami tripathy
    2 Mar 2014 | 8:08 am
    I guess you are not my type I do not like easy preys how did I escape from that cage- now I am at the mercy of the moon my mane is matted right now I am not hungry but when my body needs fuel it will... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • in the dreamland, words are wasted

    gautami tripathy
    23 Feb 2014 | 7:56 am
    Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn bring me scrambled eggs and a big mug of hot chocolate I am so high on sleep now there won't be a single peep until you return you don't need a stick to... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • universal truth

    gautami tripathy
    16 Feb 2014 | 9:24 pm
    Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by sessepien you need to be brave enough to rent an apartment with steep staircases but with your low wages you can only support yourself like this you can have... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
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    something katy

  • Oulipost #23: Inventory (with Shakespeare, yo)

    23 Apr 2014 | 6:26 pm
    Prompt: Inventory is a method of analysis and classification that consists of isolating and listing the vocabulary of a pre-existing work according to parts of speech. Choose a newspaper article or passage from a newspaper article and “inventory” the nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs, conjunctions, articles, etc. Bonus points for creative presentation of your final lists. Mr David Tennant as
  • Oulipost #22: ANTONYMY

    22 Apr 2014 | 6:12 am
    Prompt: In Oulipian usage, antonymy means the replacement of a designated element by its opposite. Each word is replaced by its opposite, when one exists (black/white) or by an alternative suggesting antonymy (a/the, and/or, glass/wood). Original: To be or not to be, that is the question.Antonymy: To not be and to be: this was an answer. Select a passage from your newspaper source text to
  • Oulipost #21: Confabulation

    21 Apr 2014 | 6:16 am
    Prompt: Craft a conversation poem using “he said/she said” quotes that you find in newspaper articles. sources: http://www.capecodtoday.com/event/24674-life-after-stroke-latest-treatments-and-technologies http://www.capecodonline.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20140421/NEWS11/140429989 "there are," she said "the memories". "we're on the second floor," he said. "these treatment options,"
  • Oulipost #20: Lescurean Permutation [plain]

    20 Apr 2014 | 6:00 pm
    Prompt: Select a newspaper article or passage from a newspaper article as your source text. Switch the first noun with the second noun, the third noun with the fourth noun, and so on until you’ve reached the end of your text. Source: http://www.capecodtoday.com/article/2014/04/20/25029-let-go-your-legos-yarmouth-public-libraries the public clubs are looking to launch libraries this
  • Oulipost # 19: SESTINA

    20 Apr 2014 | 5:46 pm
    Prompt: This will be one of your most challenging Oulipost prompts! A sestina is a poetic form of six six-line stanzas. The end-words of the lines of each stanza repeat those of the first, but in a differing order that in each successive stanza follows the permutation: 615243. The entire sequence of end words is thus: 123456; 615243; 364125; 532614; 451362; 246531. All words and phrases must be
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  • Poem-A-Day #21: back to basics

    blogdiva@gmail.com (Sharon Brogan)
    23 Apr 2014 | 10:13 am
    light comes up in the east drowsy, i turn in my bed drea . . .                   !CAT ATTACK! OK, maybe not. This one? spring squirrel autumn-colored squirrel digging at the bird feeder             if i see you clearly             will i remember?
  • Poem-A-Day #20: Sunday Evening

    blogdiva@gmail.com (Sharon Brogan)
    21 Apr 2014 | 10:37 am
        Sunday Evening Beau-Cat Boy-Cat Bad-Cat is on the counter again, watching goddaughter cook. Mariah laughs at my protest and sets an emptied can by his greedy nose. I turn on the grill. She steps over the puppy as she passes from sink to stove. In the next room, Belle-the-Cat swipes at the old dog’s tail. He ignores her. A squirrel performs acrobatics on the squirrel-proof feeder in the garden. The grill is smoking. Mariah butters the bread and slides sandwiches onto the hot plate. They sizzle. Bruce- the-Budgie sings back to them. No two creatures in this household are related by…
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    Wordplay Poetry Blog

  • The universe, a poem by David Michael Jackson

    site admin
    19 Apr 2014 | 9:39 am
    Universe The universe is a spot on a hair on a mole on the nose of an old man on a train crossing a field of yellow flowers by the sea
  • Trapped in Facebook

    site admin
    18 Mar 2014 | 4:34 pm
    I was trapped in Facebook for awhile I’ve escaped out here I am anon again and don’t have to be there when you read this. If you don’t like me I won’t know or wonder. I am free and can cast my meanderings to the wind metaphor and the sand simile and the proliferation of alliteration and entropy and I can make you wonder wtf I meant by that and leave never knowing you thought I was and am a meaningless butt head. Out here I can finally be a meaningless butt head again and again until I end up pixel-ated and am forced underground david michael jackson
  • What did you do with the Money Poem

    site admin
    18 Mar 2014 | 4:07 pm
    What did you do with the money the money for singing lessons? I could have drawn that. Is that your nose? You think you’re some kinda Hemingway, huh? Hey everybody over here We got us a Shakespeare. You aren’t gonna sing us another are you? Why do you do that? I will not answer you I will only try to not kill you and in not killing you I’ll find a way to finish this poem dust myself off have a good cry and forget david michael jackson
  • Two For One Sale

    site admin
    17 Mar 2014 | 1:57 pm
    The chair creaks the roof doesn’t leak there is a doorway, I can see umbrellas paint and guitars and dreams The chair creaks and the winter wanes, and the trees wait patiently like this poem, wait patiently for the spring breeze to say that we made it through another winter, too warm or too cold, alone or together, we made it, and the ice will be gone and the water will be there flowing for there is a two for one sale in the hydrogen and oxygen department, and the world lines up for spring david michael jackson
  • If There Were Reason

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    16 Mar 2014 | 10:40 pm
    If there were reason then all of the atoms would line up with all of the flowers. If there were a rationale there would still be death and the need for death and the chip in the wall, the one atom out of place, which always causes everything to fall and tumble in a pile of life and death and flowers growing on a hillside like the random notes of the brook david michael jackson
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    My custom dress shirts blog

  • You may not know, but detail matters!

    15 Apr 2014 | 1:22 am
    Guys love to think crude and careless of themselves as manliness, but the truth is woman does not appreciate those men because women need to sacrifice too much to live with men pay no attention to details at all. Contrarily, a man who pays attention to details must know how to take care of everything and everyone in his life. Thus, it is more likely for those kinds of men to win woman’s heart eventually. Let give an example here: Have you ever wear more than 2 types of tie knots or actually practice different ways to tie a tie in you life? Office or daily life? If not, then you…
  • Something that you may overlook about gentleman

    10 Apr 2014 | 8:38 pm
    One of the fundamental requirements of Gentleman is ”Bring no pain and trouble to others”, he’s a man with deep knowledge but low profile, he wore appropriately with the respect of others that he avoid conflict and discomfort, mild and made everyone feel at ease … … Gentleman style’s biggest feature is decent, conservative, modest, polite, quiet and respect the Lady, to make an impression with their cultured manners. These requirements in public schools is particularly stressed, and subtle influence to society. The famous 19th century gentleman, Lord…
  • Tailored shirts are super hot online right now

    4 Nov 2013 | 3:29 am
    Tailored shirts are probably one of the hottest items for men online at the moment. The old world tradition of buying tailor made shirts at a tailor have been brought online and now tailored shirts can be ordered by taking a few easy shirt flu measurements. You can even design your own shirts now in true detail. Anything can be customized with different fabrics, collars, cuffs, buttons, and buttonholes. There is quite a few of great options that can bring out your own true style. Be sure to do it right. Go custom with tailored shirts online. It’s easy to stand out with your own design.
  • Custom dress shirts online are a breeze to order

    18 Oct 2013 | 12:14 am
    Another thing that was nice about the custom dress shirts from were that it is possible to make a semi- Tailored shirt by indicating its body shape based on some pictures as well as age, height and size . It will not be quite as precise as when measuring for, but it makes it easier to get started with getting commissioned the first shirt. However, I got my wife to measure measuring me and it was easy and painless . Something I have not availed myself of , but that sounds exceptionally ‘s ShirtsMyWay ‘s customer service. The unlikely event you are not satisfied with the fit (note…
  • Awesome custom dress shirts: Watch this

    17 Oct 2013 | 12:12 am
    Custom dress shirts come in all sorts and shapes. I highly recommend watching this video. It’ll take you through the few steps you need to take to get a shirt you’ll love. Forget poorly fitting shirts go custom.   The post Awesome custom dress shirts: Watch this appeared first on My custom dress shirts blog.
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    <!--[if gte mso 9]> 14.00 <![endif]-->  Emily Dickinson pushing the envelope Poems on surveillance by Ashbery, Armantrout, Bernstein, King, Pinsky et al Talking with Rae Armantrout Amy King: I want my poetry & I want to eat too Charles Bernstein: The 12 Tribes of Dr. Lacan Anselm Berrigan’s serious linebreaks Stacy Szymaszek on Paul Blackburn Camille Dungy on Jake
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    Poet Hound

  • Rebecca Schumejda's Waiting at the Dead End Diner

    22 Apr 2014 | 3:24 am
    Rebecca Schumejda’s collection, Waiting At The Dead End Diner, is published by Bottom Dog Press and is a very entertaining read. From budding romance to scandalous relationships both in and outside of the Diner alone with tragedies of losing a loved one to illness or to ideology, it is all here. Characters that melt your heart, make you grimace, or make you grin, you will not be able to forget the names inside these pages any time soon. Morals good, bad, and ambiguous all play out in Schumejda’s skillful hands. I have dog-eared many pages to share but will pare them down to just a few…
  • Vow by Kristina Marie Darling

    1 Apr 2014 | 3:15 am
    Kristina Marie Darling’s collection, Vow, published by BlazeVox press, explores the fictional tale of a bride and groom whose world is being consumed by fire. Using the effects of white space as she often does, Darling allows our imaginations to dictate the couple’s interactions in our minds. Darling creates enigmatic imagery of keys and locks, the feeling of helpless acceptance of being consumed by fire, being burned perhaps by each other. The word vow is taken to the extreme and played out amongst the flames and I am happy to share some of her work with you:Our house burns with light.
  • Ally Malinenko's The Wanting Bone

    4 Mar 2014 | 3:13 am
    Ally Malinenko’s work has appeard in HeART, Mad Poet’s Review, and more, she also has published a children’s book titled Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb. Her collection, The Wanting Bone, is published by Six Gallery Press and is a collection of poems that get at the raw and tender meat of living and dying, from a father going through chemo to witnessing missing fingers, from finding a voice in tragedy to losing that voice in tragedy, it is all here. I have marked too many pages to share, I am happy to share a sample of Malinenko’s incredible work below:In His ImageI’m holding out…
  • Petals and Blood, Stories, Dharma & Poems of Ecstasy, Awakening & Annihilation by Gavin Harrison

    25 Feb 2014 | 2:37 pm
    Gavin Harrison’s collection Petals and Blood is published by Pau Press and contains beautiful photographs that accompany and make up the background of stories and poems about spiritual enlightenment and growth through the writer’s pain of abuse, the discovery of being diagnosed with HIV AIDS, and the joy of living. Gavin Harrison is also the recipient of the Unsung Heroes of Compassion Award presented by the Dalai Lama for “kindness and quiet dedication to others.” I will say that you must find some quiet space in yourself in order to fully absorb his words, he is inspired by Rumi and…
  • Read a Good Book Friday: regina’s closet finding my grandmother’s secret journal by Diana M. Raab

    7 Feb 2014 | 3:13 am
    Diana M. Raab is a writer who teaches at University of California, her novel regina’s closet finding my grandmother’s secret journal hit a cord with me and I asked her if I could read it in addition to the poetry collection she has recently published (and which will appear at a later date on Poet Hound). I’ve always been fascinated by journals and my own grandmother writes off and on in hers and I write off and on in mine. Diana M. Raab’s grandmother committed suicide while Diana was young and the discovery of the journal provided vital clues to her grandmother’s life journey that…
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    The Best American Poetry

  • Long Live Noir -- and No R [by David Lehman]

    The Best American Poetry
    24 Apr 2014 | 10:46 am
    A few years ago I wrote a piece for The American Scholar employing the Raymond Roussel method of composition that obliges the author to commence with one word or phrase and end with a meaning derived from a homonym of the initial word or phrase. Noir became No R. Here's how: <<< Kaminsky got on the noir bandwagon early on. At Wesleyan he majored in French, spent his junior year in Paris, went to the Cinémathèque Française at the Palais de Chaillot, and watched American movies with French subtitles as a way to learn the language. Many of the films...

    Brian Bouldrey
    24 Apr 2014 | 10:37 am
    For a few years in the early 90’s, I was CLEIS Press’ dirtiest secret: a man who did the copyedits for the annual Best Lesbian Erotica. If you have ever been copyedited, you know how much of a buzzkill editor queries can be. After all, you’re a writer, for heaven’s sake. You know how to write. So imagine that you are a lesbian trying to turn other lesbians on with some well-written and imaginative, tasteful yet adventurous lesbian erotica, and some editor, some editor guy, some editor homo guy, is taking the prepositions off the ends of your sentences and...
  • Tonight! Live from Lincoln Center! Poetry and the Creative Mind

    The Best American Poetry
    24 Apr 2014 | 8:09 am
    For the third year in a row, our resident social media expert Leah Umansky will be live tweeting the hottest ticket in town. Follow us on twitter @bestampo to catch her witty observations. Leah Umansky is the author of the Mad-Men inspired chapbook, Don Dreams and I Dream and a full-length collection, Domestic Uncertainties, She is the curator of the COUPLET Reading Series in NYC, and writes for Tin House and Luna Luna Magazine among others. Visit her site at: http://leahumansky.com

    Brian Bouldrey
    24 Apr 2014 | 7:31 am
    Meditations on the beauty of obscenity: Obscenity, like comedy and irony, is an undermining of order; its first feel is fun, fun at the expense of somebody serious who needs to be there, gathering in their skirts. We all take turns being the fun one and then the serious one. Tess Gallagher, in “The Lover of Horses” writes about a daughter taking care of a drunken father, “I made up a strong broth, and as I poured the steaming liquid into a Thermos I heard myself utter syllables and other vestiges of language which I could not reproduce if I...
  • Announcing the Poetry in Motion Springfest: Come one, come all to Vanderbilt Hall on April 26 and 27, 2014

    The Best American Poetry
    23 Apr 2014 | 6:05 pm
    If you haven't visited New York City's Grand Central Terminal in a while, this weeked would be a great time to go. Take in the beauty and energy of this New York City landmark and enjoy the POETRY IN MOTION SPRINGFEST: A Two-Day Festival of Poetry, April 26-27, 2014 Vanderbilt Hall, Grand Central Terminal On Saturday, April 26 and Sunday, April 27, in celebration of National Poetry Month, MTA Arts for Transit & Urban Design presents Poetry in Motion Springfest, in partnership with the Poetry Society of America, the nation's oldest poetry organization. The program was inspired by New…
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • A One Question Survey: What is a woman poet?

    Sara Wintz
    24 Apr 2014 | 1:30 pm
    At Henry’s Pub in Berkeley I conducted a one question survey. We were celebrating the triumphant end to a poetry workshop. At first, I asked only the women at the table and then we decided to invite the guys to participate in the survey too. I asked a few poets one simple question– What is a Woman Poet? I allowed as much time as each person needed in order to thoughtfully respond. The responses range from direct to abstract. I offered everyone around the table my notebook and a pen to write their responses. A female poet is a kind of rebel– in a very formal way. She has the…
  • Imagined Objects

    Lynn Xu
    24 Apr 2014 | 10:30 am
    The Imagination, which we cannot anatomically locate in any rustling branch of gray matter, or toss coins into, as if a fountain—here, in this season of cruelty and of spleen, we watch Her stubbornly beautiful shadow beat like wings of moon moth in the embers of inextinguishable night—our patron saint and inextricably ourselves. Hullo, let’s say.  Hullo onto ourselves. For this post, I asked some poet friends to imagine new objects for our future. A simple exercise of imagination within the well-worn chaise of friendship—for in this month of earthly delights, we must not forget to…
  • Poetry Banksy

    Patricia Lockwood
    24 Apr 2014 | 8:30 am
    The world is abuzz with rumors of a Poetry Banksy, an anonymous art idiot who runs around cities blowing up the status quo with his ideas. He defaces. He mutilates. He subverts. He smears ink on mayors. He paints verbal mustaches on the Mona Lisa. He sucks all the air out of Bill Clinton’s saxophone and uses it to quote poetry out loud. He’s pranksy. He’s wanksy. He’s Poetry Banksy, and here is a list of his crimes. 1. Spraypainted the word “daisy” on an actual daisy. Was that even necessary? 2. Moved a stone three inches to the left in a field. We heard his impish laugh as he ran…
  • What We Write About When We Write About

    Camille Rankine
    24 Apr 2014 | 6:00 am
    Last month, sitting in a Brooklyn living room at a salon for women writers, a poet was talking about content. There was this notion among poets, she said, that a poem need not be about anything. That a poem ought not be about anything. She said that this idea had permeated her MFA program, and it produced an anxiety in her now, because her own recent work was very much about things. I perked up. I rarely hear anyone acknowledge what I’ve perceived as a mild distaste for that earnest inclination to say something in a poem and really mean it. Earnestness is so terribly uncool these days.
  • on the small press, part three: ‘the writers who we have heard at some grimy event’

    Stephanie Young
    23 Apr 2014 | 1:00 pm
    The third in a series of posts featuring editors and publishers discussing their projects. Today: Mess Editions and Chris Fritton. Mess Editions is Andrea Abi-Karam, Paul Murufas, Wendy Trevino, Lara Durback, who all met in Oakland. Mess Editions is just starting out, but we intend to only publish writers with some combination of these qualities: - people who haven’t been published before - people who are interested in/involved in direct action; they might have been arrested - people who have had less than stable living situations, unhoused or squats, etc. - queer folks who are part of…
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • The Sluice

    14 Apr 2014 | 5:43 pm
    They call The spittle that gathers At the corners of his mouth The sluice of true brilliance; It shimmers Under stage lights And it glitters Like bravery’s charm, It glimmers all silver Like fresh ice on car windows And it twinkles in the mirrors Of the busy city bars Absorbing night. Feverish with words, Surfing strange ancient atoms And watching patterns emerge He is a winter sharp babel, Every voice crystal clear, The playwright now chosen To relay all our fears Through the golden humming zeligs Devoid of any peers.
  • On The Rise

    1 Apr 2014 | 3:51 pm
    You are golden Like the mysteries Of a lost, lonely jungle, A photographed crowd At a Victorian ball, A heatwave in spring, The laughter of wild animals, A winding ancient path That leads to a fortified town - The clown we once knew Is the new king we crown.
  • Outline

    27 Mar 2014 | 6:16 pm
    We are an outline A truth that forgets nothing A sunset on pause
  • Celebrity

    19 Mar 2014 | 5:38 pm
    The turtle on the sand Has seen it all before And still he’s none the wiser; Apathetic waves Dappled by Those hum drum sun beams, Wafting sullen palm trees, All salty, sour and clueless, The never changing rock pools And the never ending skies. He’s never been surprised And he’s been there Quite awhile, Even cameramen don’t faze him But don’t expect a smile.
  • The Final Whistle

    10 Mar 2014 | 6:06 pm
    The impudent Stagger sleeplessly As crowds scatter slowly Like shipwrecks forever floating. It’s like they’re expecting The motion of the sea To fly away like birds Towards the sound of fresh thunder. In the darkest corners Of the dizziest eyes In this city of any direction, This seething night of roasting meats, Of summer anguish and arid landscapes, Sinks into the pith Of its old dying factories, The mulch of wasted trying, An industry retired. Now there’s nothing but Dense flocks of moping Where proud cries once echoed, Desperate incarnations All shadowy like sundials, Lost…
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    Robert Peake

  • Two Views of “Despot’s Progress” (Film-Poems)

    Robert Peake
    7 Apr 2014 | 7:12 am
    Since releasing a number of audio recordings on The Poetry Storehouse, the film-poem community has been remixing my work. Particularly interesting is to see how different filmmakers reinterpret the same poem. In some ways, this feels like the next best thing to being inside different readers’ heads, experiencing their own internal imagery even as they experience the words of my poem. There are many different considerations in the essentially ekphrastic form of the film-poem, not the least of which is how closely to follow what happens in the poem with a literal depiction on screen.
  • Poetry, Remixed (Including Mine)

    Robert Peake
    24 Mar 2014 | 3:05 pm
    The Poetry Storehouse is doing for poetry what “open source” has done for software by gathering text and audio recordings under a Creative Commons license. I wrote a bit about what this means, and why it matters, on The Huffington Post. Because I love this idea, and love collaboration in general, I released a number of my own poems and audio recordings to The Poetry Storehouse earlier this week. Within a short time, the curator Nic Sebastian had re-mixed this mesmerising film-poem based on my poem “Postcards From The War Hospital” (first published in Boston Poetry…
  • Poem in Fjords Review

    Robert Peake
    24 Mar 2014 | 5:42 am
    I received my contributor’s copy of Fjords Review vol. 2, issue 3 today. It is a lovely perfect-bound volume offering such delicacies as Sarah Palin erasure poems and an arresting series of photographs like the one on the cover. My poem “Color Study” should feel right at home. I was pleased to send work to editor John Gosslee after his thoughtful and perceptive review of The Silence Teacher. He has since also become an excellent host in our Transatlantic Poetry on Air broadcast series, having introduced and interviewed Randi Ward and Jo Bell just last night. It’s a…
  • Poem Online at Amaryillis

    Robert Peake
    10 Mar 2014 | 2:39 am
    I have a new poem in the weekly online zine Amaryllis. I met one of the editors, Hilda Sheehan, at our reading at the Troubadour last year, and discovered a certain overlap between my more quirky poems and her more tame ones. You can decide for yourself which this is. I am also delighted to be taking part in the Swindon Festival of Poetry in October, which she heroically organises. “Couples Therapy” online at Amaryllis. Listen to "Couples Therapy" read aloud.
  • Reading at the Royal Academy

    Robert Peake
    8 Mar 2014 | 5:37 am
    Last night I participated in a truly unique poetry reading sponsored by Ekphrasis. A dozen of us poets dispersed ourselves amongst installations in the Sensing Spaces architectural exhibit at the Royal Academy. As patrons wandered through the exhibits, we read poems to them, which we had written in response to these very spaces. It was challenging. Bursting into poetry as the spirit moved me felt a bit like trying to be a one-man flashmob. Having never done any busking, I was unaccustomed to people wandering into or out of a room while I was reading a poem. Based on their responses, I think…
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    Peony Moon

  • On sabbatical

    peony moon
    28 Mar 2014 | 12:32 am
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  • Amy Key’s Luxe

    peony moon
    13 Feb 2014 | 9:20 pm
    © Image by Travis Elborough     Amy Key was born in Dover and grew up in Kent and the North East. She now lives and works in London. She co-edits the online journal Poems in Which. Her pamphlet Instead of Stars was published by Tall Lighthouse in 2009, and her first collection, Luxe, was recently published by Salt. Amy is currently editing a new anthology of poems on female friendship Best Friends Forever, due from the Emma Press in November.             “Luxe (Salt Publishing, 2013) is a magnificent spree in a bric-a-brac shop. A haul of pre-loved and glittering objets –…
  • International Resources for Rape Support

    peony moon
    10 Nov 2013 | 2:57 am
    * With love and gratitude to Sascha Aurora Akhtar for compiling this list of resources. *     Please feel free to add the contact details of any relevant hotlines, shelters, refuges, crisis centres and support groups in the comments section above.   International Domestic Violence and Abuse Agencies List International inventory of hotlines, shelters, refuges, crisis centers and women’s organizations, searchable by country, plus index of domestic violence resources in over 70 languages   International Centres     Australia   South Eastern Centre Against Sexual Assault (SECASA),…
  • Protest Against Rape: Sunday * May be triggering *

    peony moon
    10 Nov 2013 | 12:43 am
    Before the reader embarks on reading these poems, the editors stress that some content may be found disturbing, troubling or even distressing. Sexual violence is an emotive subject, and some writing about rape is as exploitative as the crime itself. Such writing in the context of politics, the media or literature can constitute a “double violation” for the rape survivor who lives the experience for a second time: the experience of “triggering”. Encounters with sexual violence as a subject for literature demand caution, care and respect, but an interrogation of “rape myths” is…
  • Protest Against Rape: Saturday * May be triggering *

    peony moon
    9 Nov 2013 | 2:45 am
    Before the reader embarks on reading these poems, the editors stress that some content may be found disturbing, troubling or even distressing. Sexual violence is an emotive subject, and some writing about rape is as exploitative as the crime itself. Such writing in the context of politics, the media or literature can constitute a “double violation” for the rape survivor who lives the experience for a second time: the experience of “triggering”. Encounters with sexual violence as a subject for literature demand caution, care and respect, but an interrogation of “rape myths” is…
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    The Nahmias Cipher Report

  • Study Demonstrates United States Is More Oligarchy than Democracy

    Michael Ransom
    23 Apr 2014 | 10:21 pm
    Michael Ransom, Senior Correspondent Last Modified: 00:57 a.m. DST, 24 April 2014 UNITED STATES – A 240-year-old illusion is under scrutiny, and the data is conclusive. All dogma and buzzwords aside, the United States of America operates as an Oligarchy. New empirical research disproves the idea that the U.S.is a democracy. A common response to […]
  • Captain Abandonned Ship, Leaves Hundreds of Children to Die

    Michael Ransom
    23 Apr 2014 | 8:39 pm
    Michael Ransom, Senior Correspondent Last Modified: 23:38 p.m. DST, 23 April 2014 JINDO COUNTY, South Korea – Efforts once aimed at rescuing passengers aboard the downed Sewol ferry have transformed into a labored search to recover the bodies still aboard the small ship. 174 people were saved during the disaster last Wednesday, 16 April 2014, […]
  • India to Recognize Third Gender

    Sarah Jakubowski
    19 Apr 2014 | 7:18 pm
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 22:32 p.m. DST, 19 April 2014 INDIA – A decision was made on 15 April 2013 in favor of the 3 million Indians who are transgender. On legal forms, there is now a third category marked either “transgender” or “other.” The Indian constitution orders against gender discrimination and more […]
  • White Supremacist, KKK Member, Targets Jewish Community Facilities, Kills Three Christians

    Michael Ransom
    15 Apr 2014 | 7:40 pm
    Michael Ransom, Senior Correspondent Last Modified: 22:40 p.m. DST, 15 April 2014 OVERLAND PARK, Kansas — So often, hatred is crippling. On Sunday, hatred was blinding in Kansas City. On a mission to incite terror and assail Jewish community buildings, Frazier Glenn Cross killed anyone and everyone in his reach.  Cross, who also went by […]
  • Malala Yousafzai Continues Activism Two Years After Assassination Attempt

    Sarah Jakubowski
    15 Apr 2014 | 10:15 am
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 13:30  p.m. DST, 15 April 2014 INTERNATIONAL – On October of 2012, 14-year-old Pakistani schoolgirl Malala Yousafzai was shot for speaking up about women’s rights to education. As an inside correspondent with BBC, subject of two documentaries and frequent guest in newsrooms, Yousafazai was becoming the poster child […]
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  • Magma 58 launches in London and Edinburgh

    Laurie Smith
    14 Apr 2014 | 4:31 am
    Magma has launched for the first time in two venues. After many years at the Troubadour in Earls Court, London, through the sterling support of Anne-Marie Fyfe, we are now holding launches in London and another part of the country convenient for more poets in the issue.  Our new London venue is the London Review Bookshop and, as over a quarter of the poets in Magma 58 live in Scotland and the very North of England, we launched in Edinburgh too. The LRB was packed out with poets, their friends and Magma readers. Nineteen contributors read two or three of their poems in Magma’s tradition of…
  • Blog Review 32: Steven Waling Reviews ‘The Last Wolf of Scotland’ by MacGillivray

    Steven Waling
    7 Apr 2014 | 4:47 am
    There are not many books of poetry that can be classified as genuinely original and large in scope; even among the disputed ground of ‘innovative writing’ there is little that is truly groundbreaking. Reading The Last Wolf of Scotland, however, I feel that I may have found just that sort of book. First of all, though, nothing is completely original. This sequence of poems, centring around the story of Robert MacGee’s scalping but ranging over both the American and Scottish landscape, and spanning both 19th century and contemporary time-zones, bears some comparison with Edwin Morgan’s…
  • Blog Review 31: Helen Mort Reviews ‘Room of Thieves’ by Angela Cleland

    Helen Mort
    18 Mar 2014 | 9:19 am
    Angela Cleland’s second collection shows up that ever-present, subtle gap between the way a book is marketed and the different pleasure it yields. The publisher’s blurb for Room of Thieves flags up the poetry’s quirkiness: ‘a six toed cat skeleton, a lesson in boxing technique and a poem in the shape of a phallus’. But the poems that draw most attention to themselves in this book are the poems least worthy of attention. ‘Jab’, the instructive opening of Cleland’s boxing sequence, is a piece where the scaffolding intrudes on the execution. As for…
  • Call for Contributions – Magma 60 on the theme of ‘Freedom’.

    Rob Mackenzie
    3 Mar 2014 | 10:12 am
    We are delighted to be editing Magma 60, for which the theme is ‘freedom’. It is very much a theme for our times. Many of the freedoms we enjoy today have not been easily won and we might feel some are under serious threat. We want poems that touch in some way on personal or political freedom or how those interact. We’d also like to see poems that walk the tightrope between freedom and form. One person’s freedom can be another person’s constraint. My freedom to make a racket ends your freedom to enjoy peace and quiet. A Government’s freedom to make laws or impose surveillance on…
  • Magma 58 launches in London and Edinburgh

    Laurie Smith
    27 Feb 2014 | 8:15 am
    For the first time the new issue of Magma will have two launches. The first is on Friday 7th March at the London Review Bookshop, 14 Bury Place, London WC1A 2JL (very near the British Museum) beginning at 7pm. Our main guest poet is Simon Armitage who will read from his ongoing translation of Pearl which he talks about in Magma 58, as well as other poems, and he will sign copies of his books. And as usual at Magma launches, many of the poets in Magma 58 will read two of their poems. Admission is free for everyone. Drinks will be available with donations requested for wine. Please book your…
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    Mark McGuinness - poetry

  • Lark in the Morning: The Verses of the Troubadours

    Mark McGuinness
    31 Mar 2014 | 9:23 am
    We all know vaguely who the troubadours were: those minstrels with (in Ezra Pound’s words) “trunk-hose and the light guitar” who wandered through the middle-ages, serenading ladies outside their windows and dodging jealous glances (and arrows) from the lord of the castle. They mastered the game of courtly love, or fin amor, and inspired generations of Romantically-minded poets, from Dante, Petrarch and Chaucer onwards. The bohemian aura of the troubadour persists to this day: the Troubadour Cafe is a legendary performance venue in West London, its tiny stage having been…
  • Machi Tawara, Mount Fuji Tanka Calendar

    Mark McGuinness
    10 Jan 2014 | 3:35 am
    Last summer I had the pleasure of meeting Machi Tawara when she visited the UK to read at the Ledbury Festival. She kindly gave us a copy of her latest book Mount Fuji Tanka Calendar – a collection of tanka for children and adults, with illustrations of Mount Fuji by U.G. Sato. From the publisher’s website: Twenty-four solar terms originally from Ancient China are still used in daily life Japan to signify the subtle changes of seasons. Mount Fuji, the spiritual home of the Japanese, is the motif of this story. See how its appearance changes along with the time of year! One tanka…
  • Charmless and Interesting: Robert Archambeau on Conceptual Poetry

    Mark McGuinness
    3 Aug 2013 | 5:33 am
    There’s a thought-provoking article article on the Poetry Foundation’s Harriet blog, by Robert Archambeau: What Conceptual Poetry Lacks And What It’s Got. In case you, like me, were wondering what he means by conceptual poetry, it turns out to be very similar to the more familiar (ahem) concept of conceptual art, i.e. work in which the idea is the most important part, and the execution (and attendant skills such as craft and technique) is of relatively minor interest. When it comes to art this means that, to put it bluntly, it doesn’t really matter whether you can…
  • ‘The Whitsun Weddings’: In the Midst of Life We Are in Death

    Mark McGuinness
    17 Jul 2013 | 2:42 am
    ‘The Whitsun Weddings’ is usually regarded as one of Philip Larkin’s brighter poems: a beautiful evocation of romantic love, with newlyweds riding the train to London against a backdrop of town and country scenes. The visual detail is gorgeous, like a succession of paintings by Constable, Lowry and Beryl Cook. In the context of Larkin’s oeuvre, it feels like a relief from the ghastliness of death and the mordant posturings of the self-conscious bachelor. All of which is undoubtedly true, and I have no intention of spoiling the sunny picture. But as Larkin writes,…
  • Machi Tawara at Ledbury Festival

    Mark McGuinness
    12 Jul 2013 | 7:01 am
    When I edited Magma 34 I was thrilled to publish the first translations in the UK of tanka by Machi Tawara. Tawara is a superstar in her native Japan – her first book, Salad Anniversary, sold over 2.5 million copies and she’s a familiar face to TV audiences as well as poetry readers. This Sunday (2.30pm 14 July) she is reading at the Ledbury Poetry Festival, so if you’re lucky enough to be going, put her reading on your festival schedule. Whether or not you’re going to Ledbury, check out some superb translations of Tawara’s tanka by Quentin S. Crisp, on the Magma…
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    Poet Mom

  • Confessions

    24 Apr 2014 | 12:00 pm
    After a week of Mass Poetry Festival planning in overdrive, no fewer than six (not one, not two, not three ... but SIX) rejections, and back-and-forth changes on my next book cover, I'm finally able to share some good news. A drum roll, please ...I have been invited to be a part of the Dodge Poetry Festival lineup!!! Here's the full schedule.Woo hoo! If you could see me doing backflips--you would be delusional because I don't do backflips. Just the metaphorical kind. I've been attending Dodge since 1996 when I was in grad school at NYU. The festival is every two years and I've not missed one.
  • What Makes Pharrell Happy?

    15 Apr 2014 | 3:48 pm
    It's hard to find a genuine moment these days on television (or maybe I'm just cynical). But this one really meant something to me. Watch this clip of Oprah and Pharrell talking about the worldwide appeal of his song "Happy."How many of us have put our art into the world and been truly surprised at the effect it's had on someone else?
  • Confession Tuesday

    15 Apr 2014 | 7:26 am
    It's Confession Tuesday. You know the drill.click to enlargeThis day crept up on me, maybe because last year the Boston Marathon corresponded with spring break for my kids. But here we are, at the one-year mark of the marathon bombings. That whole week in 2013 was weird, for lack of a better word. And then Friday and Saturday turned into a manhunt and self-imposed lockdown for many of us just outside of Boston. It was just a strange and uncomfortable week.All of my problems seem inconsequential today. This is a day for remembrance and healing. That's all I got--this post and Nick Flynn's…
  • 2014 Pulitzer Prize: Poetry

    14 Apr 2014 | 1:34 pm
    PoetryFor a distinguished volume of original verse by an American author, Ten thousand dollars ($10,000).Awarded to “3 Sections,” by Vijay Seshadri (Graywolf Press), a compelling collection of poems that examine human consciousness, from birth to dementia, in a voice that is by turns witty and grave, compassionate and remorseless.Also nominated as finalists in this category were: “The Sleep of Reason,” by Morri Creech (The Waywiser Press), a book of masterly poems that capture the inner experience of a man in mid-life who is troubled by mortality and the passage of time, traditional…
  • Staying in the Flow

    10 Apr 2014 | 7:34 am
    Spring is always a tough time for me to stay connected to my writing when work overshadows everything. And knowing that this happens to me every spring doesn’t make it any easier. So I have learned to recognize when I am falling into a void and pull myself out of it. That’s what I’m doing now, and that’s why working through a poem-a-day challenge matters. It’s my way of staying out of the void. Or for a more positive spin, daily writing allows me to stay in the flow. What does a routine mean to me?A routine makes the writing easier. Many writers I know don’t have a process, but as…
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    Daily Poem With Gods Help

  • Absolute Frustrate

    24 Apr 2014 | 2:14 pm
    Absolute frustrate…———————————-Absolute frustrateSometimes its absolute, That I frustrate my conditions, Even when they’ve tried to refute, My childish premonitions————————-Original article: Absolute Frustrate©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Describe Contemplate

    23 Apr 2014 | 2:26 pm
    Describe contemplate…—————————————-Describe contemplateSometimes I need to contemplate, Whether or not to take the bribe, Is it as nice as you celebrate, Does it even resemble what you describe————————–copyright 2010 KenneyYoung.comOriginal article: Describe Contemplate©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Distinct Ambient

    22 Apr 2014 | 7:40 pm
    Distinct ambient…——————————-Distinct ambientI wish to be distinct, And hopefully relevant, The Spirit is best when it is absorbed, And its source is totally ambient———————–Original article: Distinct Ambient©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Deceived Panther

    21 Apr 2014 | 6:33 pm
     Deceived Panther…———————————Deceived PantherDo not be deceived, About a panther on the loose, Trust God and be thankful, Even if your neck is in the noose———————-Original article: Deceived Panther©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Hand Planned

    20 Apr 2014 | 5:06 pm
    Hand planned…———————–Hand plannedToday is spent in remembrance of you, Of how you walked away from death’s dark hand, And challenged the ways of the religious right, That their laws were not as God planned————————Original article: Hand Planned©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
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  • Deepak Pandey : Mera Ghar Pukar Raha Hai

    20 Apr 2014 | 1:24 pm
    मेरा घर फिर  मुझे पुकार रहा है आज मेरी राह को  निहार रहा है मेरा उस घर मेँ क्या  किरदार रहा है? बचपन मेरा उस मिट्टी  मेँ उधार रहा है मेरा घर फिर मुझे  पुकार रहा है वो जमीँ अब जिसमेँ  आम का दरख्त न रहा अपनोँ के लिए अपनोँ के  पास वक्त न रहा…
  • Adarsh Tiwari Harf : Mujhko Mujhse Loot Gaya

    17 Apr 2014 | 1:21 pm
    मै तो चलता गया जगत मे, पीछे था कुछ छूट गया।  कोई प्रेमी ऐसा आया , मुझसे मुझको लूट गया।। कंचन वर्णो मे लिपटी थी, शर्मा के खुद मे सिमटी थी,  देख रहा था उसी का सपना , जगा कि वो सब टूट गया।। पहले तो अनजान थि मुझसे, नही हुई पहचान थि उससे। पर जब…
  • Adarsh Tiwari Harf : Abhi Kuch Baat Baaki Hai

    14 Apr 2014 | 1:17 pm
    "अभी कुछ बात बाकी है ।" अभी कुछ बात बाकी है, कुछ मुलाकात बाकी है। जो तेरे संग बितानी है, अभी कुछ रात बाकी है।। मै तेरा हूँ,तू मेरी है, अभी कुछ कह नही सकता । मगर तुम बात ये मानो, कि तेरे बिन रह नही सकता ।। जो तुझको बताने हैं, कई जज्बात बाकी…
  • Dinesh Gupta Din : Teri Julf Ke Badal

    10 Apr 2014 | 1:14 pm
    तेरी जुल्फ के  बादल को  अब जरा  लहर जाने दे तेरे होठों की  शबनम को  अब जरा बिखर  जाने दे डूबना चाहता हूँ  मैं अब इन  झील सी आँखों  की गहराई में तू मुझे जिस्म से  रूह में उतर जाने दे दिनेश गुप्ता 'दिन' https://www.facebook.com/dineshguptadin
  • Chitra Kumar Gupta : Aapki Aamad Se Dil Mein Charag Jalne Lage

    7 Apr 2014 | 10:30 pm
    आपकी आमद से दिल  में चराग जलने लगे, मुरझाये चमन में भी  गुलाब खिलने लगे,  सालों के मानिंद गुजर  रही थी हर घड़ी ,  अब तो वक़्त के भी  पर निकलने लगे, Chitra Kumar Gupta Aapki Aamad Se Dil Mein Charag Jalne Lage तीरगी फैली हुयी थी  स्याह रात की, बनके सूरज तुम  फलक पर आने लगे,…
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    The Other Way

  • Bright days in May

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

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

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

    Tsundere Girl
    24 Jan 2014 | 7:19 am
    You were my heart of heartsThe blood of my blood that ran through my veinsmy leader and my teachermy happiness and painSeveral times  I looked to youTo see what I would beThe roots of my treeThe trunk to my branches and leavesYou were the windAnd I‘m just the rustleA faint echo Of your hustle and bustleYou were most preciousAnd my moving powerThe force that affected my beingA tower, a beacon of lightFor my eyesThe light grew too brightIt blinded my sightAnd now I will never see it againMy very beginning has met its own end.
  • Naked

    Tsundere Girl
    13 Jan 2014 | 8:44 pm
    I'm standing here frozen as I watch you strip down,Every cell of your skin displayed until it feels like I‘ll drown.You say you want to see me exposed and bare;You say you want to see me for who I am…But I don‘t care: Once you have seen the scars and cracks,It‘s too hard to turn back.That picture of perfection that you idolized is left.The love in which she bathed,Will slowly fall away,And leave nothing but the truth,And the truth is hard to take.I ask myself continually if you even know,What you‘re asking of me when you beg me not to go?I can’t stay just a little and let…
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    Dark Matter

  • Morning North Star

    Tony Brown
    24 Apr 2014 | 3:16 am
    I follow  a same-every-morning routine of blood drop, breakfast, coffee, screen and keys into  an unknown chaos called the day, much as I might follow a constant called North Star into  darkness; tugged along thus by hope and discipline, I can be certain that even if clouds move in, when they are gone that star will be there again.
  • CAT!

    Tony Brown
    23 Apr 2014 | 2:04 pm
    CAT! go eat the food I gave you upon which money was spent upon which I spent money  I could have used for something more useful than feeding a cat (like 400 guitar picks or a solid gold hat) CAT! why won’t you eat the food I gave you? This morning you couldn’t get enough of it And this plate’s been filled from the SAME CAN But you turn your lovely whiskered snout away as swiftly as a politician turns from last week’s firm position to its opposite CAT! I understand you need to be a CAT and therefore always mysterious always  the avatar of  Contradiction CAT! you…
  • The Condition

    Tony Brown
    23 Apr 2014 | 2:30 am
    It’s time to just be high and let go of one moment of control. I can’t feel much in my little fingers right now. My feet burn whenever I put weight on them. Something’s wrong with my body, but nothing’s wrong with  that; what’s happening is what should happen at this stage of The Condition and while I’ll treat it and fight it and  et cetera it, it’s doing what it is made to do and the body’s reacting as it was made to do so I’m going to get high and take a moment to say all is dead on for the horizon and all is right with  my tingling,…
  • Essentials

    Tony Brown
    21 Apr 2014 | 1:02 pm
    Went for a walk and found a granite ledge calling from where it poked through the frozen floor of a clearing I put my ear to it The voice was unlike that in a shell that cradles the womb-song of ocean Instead a muffled operatic baritone declaimed other essentials and broke now and then into warm silence I cannot recall a word I heard although inside me the sacristy where I hold my best self still rings and echoes and I have placed a stone in my pocket to carry with me always
  • Poem About Poetry

    Tony Brown
    20 Apr 2014 | 7:25 am
    Once or more a day I pull myself together and face this art too many say is not itself a proper subject for  art.  They scold that writing a poem about poetry is lazy, a mark of  having nothing to write about, and then they sneer and slip away to their cozy mutual masturbations on topics of more import  such as comparing themselves to superheroes or more talk of how it feels to fuck, to wanna fuck, to be fucking, to be not fucking… I turn back to how I am, to the work of speaking of everything under the sun — even to superheroes and to fucking, if that even needs to be said;…
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    Root Times

  • You're Not Good Enough (Blog)

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

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

    Sucay Miranda
    20 Mar 2014 | 3:39 pm
    "We are not weak" Us people with a mental illness tend to think that we are weak. But it's the complete opposite. Living with a mental illness is rough. Dealing with the depression, for example, is a nightmare. Thoughts of suicide and self harm can be overwhelming. So it takes a strong person to overcome those things. Thank goodness there is medication that help living with such thoughts. So it takes a strong person to live with the illness. But we tend to see ourselves as weak. Which it's not true. We're strong. Specially the ones who are not on medication. If you're not on medication and…
  • People Do Like You (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    11 Mar 2014 | 4:43 pm
    People with low confidence tend to think low of themselves. That they're not funny or interesting. But they never take the time to open themselves up. Everyone is funny in their own way, as well as interesting. They're afraid of being judged. They may tell a joke in a random conversation, but if no one laughs, they retreat. But c'mon, everyone tells a bad joke from time to time. But to the socially awkward, it's enough to never open their mouths again.They think that everything has to be perfect so that they can be in public, realizing it or not. They've are very self aware of everything they…
  • How To Deal With Jealousy (Blog)

    Sucay Miranda
    10 Mar 2014 | 5:26 pm
    "How To Deal With Jealousy" Is jealousy a bad thing? Is it a good thing? Depends?Some people say that a little bit of jealousy can be a good thing. Since it indicates that one cares emotionally for the other person. Jealousy is a normal trait in all of us humans, and it reveals itself on different occasions. You can be jealous in regards to your friend, or a romantic relationship. You could be jealous towards your parents, for example, you may think that your mother or father loves your brother or sister more than they love you. Again, some jealousy can be a good thing, just not to the…
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    Heartful Whispers

  • 4/4/2014. The Story I Am.

    4 Apr 2014 | 5:35 am
    You construct every sentence of my life,sentencing me to a life of your choosing,I am losing a battle with every demon you have penned,penniless within my soul,sold to the devil so long ago.I am a story with so many commasI pause for effect,cause and effect are illusions, delusionsyou have formulated in the mind of manlest he ever doubt the freedom he thinks he has.Everyone else keeps moving on,they are gone before I can blink,no time to think which road to takefor you write my decision before it is madeand I am saved from the perilous evil of peace.I am but a character in the twisted plota…
  • 15/12/2013. Awakening.

    14 Dec 2013 | 6:08 pm
    I am regaining consciousnessrising from a coma where I heard nothing,besides the nattering of my own self-doubt.I am awakeningfrom the restless slumber which took my sleep,and tangled my days into nights without a care. I am returning to the body, which had remained for weeks, an empty shell:living, yet not alive; nor wishing to be.I am resurfacingfrom the depths of a confusion that would drown me.Gasping; breathing in a sweet lungful of hopeAnd I resolve to never return to that pit in which I had flung myself.And to climb mountains, one step at a time,not complaining for the hardship that…
  • 8/12/2013. Slumber.

    12 Dec 2013 | 8:43 am
    Drifting into slumber, my head clears,my heart wanders, unchained from the distractions of the day.And I am frightened awake by the whispers of my dormant soul.Tears stream like molten lava, from the depths of a place I dared not venture.I squeeze my eyes,trying to physically plug the flow of thoughtstumbling to the forefront of my mind, unchecked;inevitable.In my desperation to stop this dive into the voidI reach out, screaming in silence.And you hold my hand, for the briefest flicker of time.There was a comfort in the contact with another soulwho knows the pain of a hollow heart.And yet it…
  • 15/09/2013. Human.

    15 Sep 2013 | 10:53 am
    Billions of atoms,coming, yet going,turning, unturningstill- and spinning,held; moving in time and space.Pieces of stardust and dirt,harmonising in a moment;the conception of mind from mattersimultaneously conscious,and unconscious,subconsciously longing to exist.Dying from the moment of conceptiona constant paradox,done and undone,by and of itself,and themselves,and ourselves,and I.Searching for the meaning of beingwhen being itselfis a perplexing impossibility,or improbabilityso probable that the game of chancehas gambled into existenceeach unique one of a common billion.I amor…
  • 13/09/2013. Monsoon.

    13 Sep 2013 | 2:03 am
    The monsoon pours heavy,coldest of criesthese raindrops weep from the swollen skieslightening flasheselectrifiesand the softest breath of September sighs.The rain is relentless,uncontrolled soaking my hair, it is a comforting coldit pours and it pours,a rhythm unfoldsdousing every flame,except in my soul.Where are you, so far away? And why?Answer the questionsthat dampen my eyes,the thunder roarsremembering goodbyesthe monsoon on my face,my tears disguise. And oh, the healing of a rain filled mornwash away the painof a heart forlorn, with distance and sorrowevery love…
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    Psalms and Psychoses

  • Soundtracks

    Jeremiah Castelo
    4 Apr 2014 | 7:46 am
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  • Intrumentals

    Jeremiah Castelo
    4 Apr 2014 | 7:43 am
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  • Thicket

    Jeremiah Castelo
    1 Apr 2014 | 2:21 pm
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  • Arkwood

    Jeremiah Castelo
    1 Apr 2014 | 2:13 pm
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  • Cabin Photo

    Jeremiah Castelo
    1 Apr 2014 | 2:11 pm
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  • Mwalim's Boost Juice Recipe

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    11 Apr 2014 | 6:04 am
    It's a sad day... I'm going to have to look for a new career... my favorite tweed jacket no longer fits... how can you be a professor without a tweed jacket...?Mwalim's Boost Juice:10 carrots1/2 head of broccoli1 cup of cilantro2 green apples2 red apples1/2 thumb of ginger2 dashes of cinnamon1 dash of cayenne#OnWeJuice
  • Mwalim's Honey Beer Roasted Chicken

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    8 Apr 2014 | 5:06 pm
    Ingredients:2 lbs of boneless, skinless, natural or Halal chicken thighs1 12 oz of beer1/4 cup of honey1/4 cup of spicy brown mustard1 small sliced onion3 Tablespoons of Olive oilRub Mix:2 tea of powdered garlic2 tblspns of dried thyme leaves1 tblspn of ground black pepper1 tblspn of dried coriander1 tblspn of ground, black pepperDash of salt (to taste)Method:Wash and pat dry the chicken. Slice onion into slices and place at bottom of baking dish.Coat with olive oil and place in baking dishcombine ingredients for dry rub in a small bowl and sprinkle onto the chicken and rub in.Cover dish…
  • OFFICIAL Top 10 Things An NDN Should Say to A Euro- American

    Mwalim Daphunkeeprofessor Peters
    4 Apr 2014 | 6:28 pm
  • The Koala Bear Lover

    Mwalim Daphunkeeprofessor Peters
    3 Apr 2014 | 5:49 am
    Why is a koala bear the perfect lover for women who do not want a commitment?Because it's the koala bear who eats bushes, nuts and leaves.COPYRIGHT 2014 - MJ Peters
  • Another Juice Recipe: Mwalim's Day Tripper

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    2 Apr 2014 | 9:55 am
    "Mwalim's Day Tripper"7 Carrots2 Cortland Apples1 Granny Smith Apple2 Cups of SpinachBunch of CilantroThumb of GingerDash Cinnamon6 dashes Nutmeg
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    Miklos Arany

  • Wet Tarmacadam

    23 Apr 2014 | 10:28 pm
    Stormy weather makes me nervous On the tarmac, ready and rolling to Liftoff, rough trajectory of later days. There was a time when every flight Was a bolt fired deep into the heart, An escape to love and into forgetting. Even now as Earth lets go and the air Embraces me, I feel a furnace flicker In my chest and remember remembering The first of each reunion and the last Of every night before someone had to go.
  • That Is All

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:52 am
    Until a resurrection comes Beyond the barrel of a gun
  • Before Summer Rain

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:51 am
    My flight arrived early in the evening. I had no place to stay and no money. I called Sinan from a pay phone and his brother answered. Juan told me that Sinan would be home soon, and that they would come and fetch me at the airport. I put my bags in a storage locker, adding the cheap, shiny little key to my key ring, and waited for them to arrive. After a while I went down to the restroom, which was very large and empty, and made myself as presentable as a basin and running water make possible. Walking back to my seat in the arrival hall I bought an International Herald Tribune and read the…
  • The Jeweler

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:50 am
    The jeweler said: “Sir, I made inquiries, and if you are still so disposed, I am read to pay you down the price I offered you.” The clerk started to stammer “Yes,” remembered the morocco box, and said: “I have more of the same – more of the same inheritance, more jewelry. Would you look at them as well?” “Of course,” said the jeweler. “If they are of this same quality, I would be more than happy to examine them.” Lantin rushed home as quickly as possible, fingering the necklace in his pocket, wondering almost aloud how his wife might have come by such gifts, and who…
  • The Glacier and Love’s Ignorant Tongue

    10 Apr 2014 | 10:49 am
    Open Count A hard coruscation shot through the glass, set in the nimbus from beneath the bar – a long flight of black lacquer, cold imitation of ebony. The light broke apart the soft dark of the room, illuminating, ghostly, the faces of Macau’s elite expatriate power. They spoke quietly, abstruse, moving an economy. Artists of expense, known for what they carry, recognized for their place at these affluent parties. Around them moved the rest of the people with status in Macau, most foreigners, proud and tall, with a few Chinese, their faces beautiful, ambiguous. They were entrepreneurs…
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    Bechdel Babes

  • The Feminist Mystique.

    22 Apr 2014 | 11:17 pm
    She drank twelve cups of Goon punch, and then passed out on the lawn in her underwear. She was acting like such a slut, I’m surprised more people didn’t rape her. Why bother… Continue reading →
  • The Birds and the Bees: Let’s talk about sex education.

    12 Apr 2014 | 5:44 am
    Trigger warning: Graphic discussion of sex and sexuality. The Heinemann Encyclopedia gave me my first insight into the mystery of ‘sex.’ I was a precocious eight year old, and read everything I could… Continue reading →
  • The Monster under my Bed

    8 Apr 2014 | 9:13 pm
    I sometimes stay awake, gnawing at the edge of my pillow, on the dying skin that peels off my fingernails, on the ends of my hair. I’m trying to sleep, but I can’t… Continue reading →
  • Exploring Race in Australia: ‘All Asians look the same.’

    5 Apr 2014 | 5:56 am
    There’s an episode of the cringe-y show Two and a half men where Charlie Sheen’s character is trying to pick up these two Asian women. But because they’re sooo identical, he sneakily uses… Continue reading →
  • I am not your Asian fetish.

    9 Mar 2014 | 11:49 pm
    In my first year of university, on one of those rare occasions where I decided it would be a fun idea to go somewhere with sticky floors, dim lighting and $11 beers, I… Continue reading →
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    Poetic Hope

  • A Most Precious Gift

    24 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    A Most Precious GiftBy Joseph Kemper © 19 January 2014For twenty yearsI struggled and pushedFor more than thirty yearsI have sufferedBut then you cameAnd now I find My heart has grownI have found my dreams againI have found so much moreThan I could have ever hoped Or even dreamedSo now I must askHow to describe your loveYou 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
  • I Shall Trust Thee Ever More

    23 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    I Shall Trust Thee Ever MoreBy Joseph Kemper © 18 January 2014You gave me knowledgeand placed a hope deep within my hearta hope that shaped my life and formed my dreamsa hope that carried me throughthe storm and fires of doubta hope that has shown mewhere my future laysPlease remember to comment, like, and shareYou can find my new book, "A Poet's Heart: Love Poems Volume 1" Here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems-Volume/dp/1492992933
  • The Sound

    22 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    The Sound By Joseph Kemper © 18 April 2014Deep and piercingGentle and welcomingA wondrous wave of reliefHideous echoes of pain long forgottenA war cry that stirs up rebellionA lowly call which calms a mobThe quiet whisper that changes a heartThe hateful call that ends a lifeIt can do or be many thingsIt can testify of who you areOr condemn just the sameWhat is the sound that echoes within your heart?Please take time to comment, share and like. Thank 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
  • Planting The Seeds of Poetry Part 5

    21 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    Poetic HopeBy Joseph Kemper © 20 April 2014One year agoTodayI took a chanceI took a chanceAnd found my soulI took a chanceAnd let my heart free to flyI didn't think I had the strengthI didn't thinkI had the capabilityI tried anywayI took a leapAnd found new strengthI took a leapAnd found new hopeI took a leapAnd found a new joyMy Thoughts about the PoemAbout Twenty two years ago I was introduced to poetry. When I was first introduced to it, I hated the whole idea, however when my ninth grade English teacher gave each member of the class a spiral bound book containing all of the poems we had…
  • Because of Him

    19 Apr 2014 | 11:00 am
    Because of HimBy Joseph Kemper © 18 April 2014Because of HimI can choose to believeor just simply doubtBecause of HimI can hopeor just wallow in my miseryBecause of HimI can learnI can failBecause of himI can growI can fallBecause of himI can chooseWhat do you choose?What are your thoughts at this Easter season?Please remember to comment, share and 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
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    The Legendary Graduate

  • Blood of Sugar

    Joseph D. Smith
    21 Apr 2014 | 4:33 pm
    "Blood of Sugar" by Joseph D. SmithBlood runs out,Sugar runs low,Until I am dealt the final blow.Loathing starts to shout,Weakness makes me bow.Take me away from death row.
  • Happy Half-Birthday

    Joseph D. Smith
    12 Apr 2014 | 3:04 pm
    "Happy Half-Birthday" by Joseph D. SmithMy birthday is near,Yet not here,But in my heart very dear!May 12th,What I must've felt,When my 26th birthday will be dealt!
  • What Price Is There To Freedom?

    Joseph D. Smith
    11 Apr 2014 | 5:50 pm
    "What Price Is There To Freedom?" by Joseph D. SmithThere is no price for freedom, Because it is our God-given right!When you hear that you have to serve,In order to have the freedom that you deserve,Tell them "HELL NO"!If they don't understand, then they will never know.
  • All Love Is Mine

    Joseph D. Smith
    11 Apr 2014 | 9:20 am
    "All Love Is Mine" by Joseph D. SmithLove is patient,Love is kind,All love is mine.
  • A Day To Live

    Joseph D. Smith
    10 Apr 2014 | 1:52 pm
    "A Day To Live" by Joseph D. SmithWhen you areout of hope,Let me in,And I will fix it! When your head is down,And your view of hopehas changed,Don't let evil engage!When you come down,Don't have a frown,Otherwise your sadnessI must drown!
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    Cute Love Poems for Her

  • What Does It Mean to Truly Love Your Spouse?

    The Love Poet
    21 Apr 2014 | 2:43 pm
    What is love? Google revealed that in 2012 that phrase was most searched for by its users among the billions of searches they facilitate. This not only leads me to believe that many people are not quite sure what to expect of love and their loved ones but also that this is the hardest hitting issue in the lives of people around the globe. More so than money, business, sport and even politics. As we look at history and our daily lives, love has sparked some of the greatest wars, inspired the best inventions and gifted us with memorable stories to model our lives. Unfortunately, with all the…
  • When She Spoke to Me of Her Love

    The Love Poet
    21 Apr 2014 | 5:21 am
    The day she first spoke to me of love The day she taught me in those words, The marvel in my chest, and dreams, I dreamed even in the middle of the day. My voice was burnt away, a fire In my throat licked at my words— In my pride I stood there quite dumb, All my face wet with happy tears. Fear struck fast and heavy at my side That she might change, and barking dogs Drive off the bridal cattle brought for me. I came trembling to her on my knees As if stooped down in a prayer of love. My beloved, her voice more sweet, Her soft mouth poured a stream of gold. My great one, she looked long into…
  • A Long Distance Love

    The Love Poet
    20 Apr 2014 | 12:18 pm
    If we had our country To mold in our hands So that this soft clay could shape the face And heart of freedom Each toll on love Each tick of distance Could be some blessing For I would have The rare fortunes of a bird After every mission abroad All encounters with foreigners Would reinforce the reason Turning the strange into loveliness The urgent to certainty Of reunion more desirable For like the birds Nightfall would kindly lead To favored nests To recount encounters Hatch new flights Till together we can soar To heights where such long-distance throbs Which may pulse pain Are ever foreign…
  • Our One Heart

    The Love Poet
    20 Apr 2014 | 12:08 pm
    If I should completely Cease to breathe Right now Especially After last night’s tenderness Please bury my heart Where neither wind Sun Rain Nor maggot Can dare to feed On all such treasure kists Because wherever I venture In this tropical haven Your presence turns Each breadth of mind Each breath Into chimes that Encircle our entire being With irresistible Currents Our charged bodies receive As they venture to give Sighs that write Countless Warm thoughts So that Beloved Even in this separation I am drawn So close to your baton That the tempo In the pulse Beats closer Then pulls Drawing To…
  • You Are…

    The Love Poet
    19 Apr 2014 | 6:39 am
    The one I love with all my might. The one I’m thinking of every night. The one who helps me make things right. The one I dream of as I sleep at night. The one I think of when I hug my pillow tight. The one I’m not giving up, without a fight. You are the one I love. The post You Are… appeared first on Cute Love Poems for Her.
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    Easter Prayers

  • Easter Prayer

    18 Apr 2014 | 12:40 am
    Easter Prayer LORD, Thank You for the gift of HOPE You gave us on Easter morning. Because of You we know That no problem is too difficult And even death does not have power over us. Thank You for the gift of JOY You gave us when You were resurrected. Because of you we know That no matter how challenging life may be, In the end we will rejoice again. Thank you for the gift of LOVE You gave us when You laid down Your life. Because of You we know That there is no sin too great to separate us and we are incredibly valuable to You. Thank You for the gift of LIFE, You gave us when You left the…
  • Opening Prayer for Easter Sunday

    16 Apr 2014 | 2:01 am
    Opening Prayer For Easter Sunday   God our Father, creator of all, today is the day of Easter joy. This is the morning on which the Lord appeared ot men who had begun to lose their hope and opened their eyes to what the scriptures foretold: that first he must die, and then he would rise and ascend into his Father’s glorious presence. May the risen Lord breathe on our minds and open our eyes that we may know him in the breaking of bread, and follow him in his risen life. Grant this through Christ our Lord. Amen The post Opening Prayer for Easter Sunday appeared first on Easter…
  • Prayer For Easter Sunday

    2 Apr 2014 | 11:52 pm
    Lord, Thank You for the gift of HOPE You gave us on Easter morning. Because of You we know That no problem is too difficult And even death does not have power over us. Thank You for the gift of JOY You gave us when You were resurrected. Because of you we know That no matter how challenging life may be, In the end we will rejoice again. Thank you for the gift of LOVE You gave us when You laid down Your life. Because of You we know That there is no sin too great to separate us and we are incredibly valuable to You. Thank You for the gift of LIFE, You gave us when You left the tomb. Because of…
  • Easter Sunday Table Player

    31 Mar 2014 | 3:03 am
    Easter Sunday Table Prayer Creator God and Lord of Life, You who call forth from the darkness of death all those who love You, we rejoice, on this Easter Sunday, in the resurrection from the dead of our Lord, Jesus Christ. Visit our home and this table with Your bright blessing of peace and life. We pause in the midst of this prayer to remember all the holy dead of our family who live now in You and who await the final and glorious resurrection of the dead. Pause for silent reflection. May they and we, because of our faith in You, our God, taste in the victory of life over death. May the…
  • Easter Prayers For Family And Friends

    31 Mar 2014 | 2:46 am
    Thanks for Family and Friends Blessed are you, loving Father, for all your gifts to us. Blessed are you for giving us family and friends to be with us in times of joy and sorrow, to help us in days of need, and to rejoice with us in moments fo celebration. Father, we praise you for your Son Jesus, who knew the happiness of family and friends, and in the love of your Holy Spirit. Blessed are you for ever and ever. Amen. The post Easter Prayers For Family And Friends appeared first on Easter Prayers.
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