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  • Poetic Thoughts to Start Your Week

    Poetic Hope
    29 Jun 2015 | 4:51 pm
    This poem is as much about a goal I have worked on most of my life as it is about trying to push to a higher ground. To me it is almost borders on the edge of being a prayer but at the same time is just a simple thought directed towards myself. It is a call to hold to the strength that lets me carry on and soothing words to mend my weary soul.To Steady the Weary StanceRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Doubled Mirrors By Kenneth Rexroth

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    29 Jun 2015 | 11:00 pm
    By Kenneth Rexroth
  • Poetry successfully slammed in Katoomba

    Poetry News
    29 Jun 2015 | 7:22 pm
    The funky surroundings of the Katoomba Library and the offbeat vibe of the Australian Poetry Slam continue to be a perfect partnership. The funky surroundings of the Katoomba Library and the offbeat vibe of the Australian Poetry Slam continue to be a perfect partnership.
  • The man who got our envelopes

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    Samantha Reynolds
    15 Jun 2015 | 11:15 pm
    Each day is a fleeting stack of moments that replaces itself like a card trick the way my son asked his dad tonight if those scoundrels were still bugging him and how his little sister blows kisses at trees that he asks me to fill him up with good thoughts so that no bad dreams can get in and how she says no all twangy like a Bjork song I see now how my mother must have felt sliding photos of me into envelopes that she let me drop into the mailbox never a note but the message was clear how can you bear all that you have missed.
  • Tony Brown (The Duende Project) - The New Guitar

    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry
    29 Jun 2015 | 12:00 am
    Tony Brown (The Duende Project) on IndieFeed Performance Poetry.  Show number 1511.
 
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    Poetry News

  • Poetry successfully slammed in Katoomba

    29 Jun 2015 | 7:22 pm
    The funky surroundings of the Katoomba Library and the offbeat vibe of the Australian Poetry Slam continue to be a perfect partnership. The funky surroundings of the Katoomba Library and the offbeat vibe of the Australian Poetry Slam continue to be a perfect partnership.
  • Poet's love for wife lives on

    29 Jun 2015 | 5:17 pm
    Williamsburg poet John Ogden and his wife Dorothy, an avid quilter, who died in 2014. The image of the quilt in the background was used for the cover of his poetry collection "Tree of Life."
  • Berkeley-based Poetry Flash faces an uncertain future

    29 Jun 2015 | 1:02 pm
    As contributing editor Dawn-Michelle Baude has written in an e-mail circulated to supporters, "Poetry Flash is in dire circumstances, partly due to a $600.00 rent increase, taking effect on November 1, 2015." That's an increase of 27% over the current rent.
  • WRAD weaves a rich Tapestry

    29 Jun 2015 | 3:46 am
    WRAD is launching a new book that highlights its programs and has collected stories, poems and art related to substance abuse. Launch: WRAD's Angela Alexander, Daryl Fitzgibbon and Geoff Soma with the new book The WRAD Tapestry.
  • Teen Calls Out For God In America

    28 Jun 2015 | 11:41 pm
    George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Samuel Adams, First Chief Justice John Jay...these names have been part of American history since the very first day. Our founding fathers made a stand for our independence.
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  • The man who got our envelopes

    Samantha Reynolds
    15 Jun 2015 | 11:15 pm
    Each day is a fleeting stack of moments that replaces itself like a card trick the way my son asked his dad tonight if those scoundrels were still bugging him and how his little sister blows kisses at trees that he asks me to fill him up with good thoughts so that no bad dreams can get in and how she says no all twangy like a Bjork song I see now how my mother must have felt sliding photos of me into envelopes that she let me drop into the mailbox never a note but the message was clear how can you bear all that you have missed.
  • The big questions

    Samantha Reynolds
    21 May 2015 | 8:14 am
    You used to ask me about death in the dark in the whisper voice you use when you don’t want your stuffies to hear but now you are so cheerful about it pointing at old people in grocery stores asking me with some excitement if they are almost dead yesterday you cornered me and wanted to know if people ever die the night before Christmas I tell you people die every day in a tone that tries to say death is not scary but perhaps don’t  bring it up so loud in public so you whisper back with wide eyes what does Santa do with their toys?
  • Sleepless

    Samantha Reynolds
    20 May 2015 | 12:04 pm
    It is one of those nights my bones don’t fit me my head tossing my to-do list like a juggler in the dark a hum of panic in the quiet I am stuck upside down like a fly in a web I nurse the little one lying beside her in the pool of sand that somehow travelled with her after the bath then the older one wakes up a nightmare about jam I am a lunatic soothing another telling him over and over strawberries can’t feel pain I end up on the couch cursing the invention of decorative blankets the sun ignores my plea for more time dumping a flood of light into the room I watch the dust dance…
  • Grocery shopping

    Samantha Reynolds
    18 May 2015 | 2:02 pm
    We have a ritual now starting with raspberries which you finish by the time we get to the bread you put them on each finger like thimbles and if one falls you say bird and I say nothing letting you believe a bird will get lucky here you pick the apples and I let you point out the cheese which you wave at people saying hallo after they are long gone we go the same route each time a comforting pattern as though there are tracks beneath the wheels of our cart we are in no hurry wandering the aisles while you babble and sing uncharacteristically outgoing and yell baby every time you see one but…
  • A conversation without words

    Samantha Reynolds
    17 May 2015 | 1:54 pm
    She shrieks every time like a little joy grenade bringing the cup back to me so I can fill it with water and she can dump it in the garden again it’s a conversation without words making me feel like I have won something when she says wawa and I guess right I tell her to try pouring water on other plants she looks at me for a long moment then dumps it again in the same spot I watch amused as the earth grows swampier in that corner I am calmed by the simplicity of her delight and then she says duh duh duh so I remind her that daddy is away but she shakes her head duh duh duh so I point to the…
 
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • ‘Roadtrip Nation’ special stops in Birmingham

    Wade Kwon
    29 Jun 2015 | 10:55 pm
    Video: “Roadtrip Nation” special, “Why Not Us?” [Birmingham at 35:36] PBS series “Roadtrip Nation” changed its format for 2015. The reality documentary show typically follows three college-age participants traveling across the country in a green RV to interview interesting people. The goal is to discover how they ended up where they are in their career, providing inspiration for those seeking the path forward. This year’s trip covered the same distance in a far shorter period, but still managing to squeeze in a stop in Birmingham. The four…
  • the middle is always chaos

    Wade Kwon
    29 Jun 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The start looks like fun, and the end looks perfect but far off. Keep going. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • dear brutus

    Wade Kwon
    28 Jun 2015 | 10:00 pm
    The fault lies not in our stars but in ourselves, that we are underlings. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • l-o-v-e in the u-s-a

    Wade Kwon
    27 Jun 2015 | 10:00 pm
    No court, no law can stop the force of love as it spreads from heart to heart. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • missing mutt

    Wade Kwon
    26 Jun 2015 | 10:00 pm
    He felt a dog-sized hole in his life with an ache for a wagging tail. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
 
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    IEPI

  • Huffington Post Review of Postmodern American Poetry

    27 Jun 2015 | 8:01 am
    Anis Shivani has written a great review of Postmodern American Poetry:  A Norton Anthology, 2nd edition.  Here's the link:  http://www.huffingtonpost.com/anis-shivani/where-stands-postmodern-a_b_7641644.html
  • New American Writing 33 (2015)

    27 Jun 2015 | 7:55 am
     New American Writing 33 (2015) is at the printer.  It contains work by David Mutschlecner, Martha Ronk, Elaine Equi, Carolyn Guinzio, Noelle Kocot, Linda Norton, Lance Phillips, Johannes Goransson, Joseph Lease, Joshua Corey, Alejandra Azuero, Richard Greenfield, Andrew Maxwell, rob mclennan, Caroline Knox, Catherine Wagner, HL Hazuka, Ed Smallfield, Valerie Coulton, Jane Joritz-Nakagawa, Kevin Phan, Christina Vega-Westhoff, Jennifer Givhan, Phillip Barron, Brandon Brown, CAConrad, John Sakkis, Gray Tolhurst, Steve Fujimura, Zoe Meints, Emilie Delcourt, George Life, Justin…
  • 8 May 2015 | 12:49 am

    8 May 2015 | 12:49 am
    My version of "Sacred Hate" a poem from 1898 by the Afro-Barzillian Cruz E Sousa, is in the new issue of The Nation. Here is the original:Ódio sagradoO meu ódio, meu ódio majestoso,Meu ódio santo e puro e benfazejo,Unge-me a fronte com teu grande beijo,Torna-me humilde e torna-me orgulhoso.Humilde, com os humildes generoso,Orgulhoso com os seres sem Desejo,Sem Bondade, sem Fé e sem lampejoDe sol fecundador e carinhoso.O meu ódio, meu lábaro bendito,De minh'alma agitado no infinito,Através de outros lábaros sagrados,Ódio são, ódio bom! sê meu escudoContra os vilões do Amor, que…
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    1 Mar 2015 | 8:24 am
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  • This poem / Gets up / And does / Something

    28 Feb 2015 | 1:00 pm
    Tom Beckett's poem "This poem" is all about the question of who speaks in this poem. It is one of the better poems I know dealing with this subject. Who is the speaker? Beckett? Someone else? The poem itself? It opens as follows: This poemProffersIts ass.Well, now you know there's not gonna be an easy answer. Which, thank goodness, didn't put off all people, Thomas Fink for instance -- "Beckett's poem is no primer of poststructuralist theory" -- and Nicholas Manning -- "poems too are unsure of themselves" -- and Steve Tills -- "one needs yards and yards of parentheses to contain and to…
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    Poetry of Life

  • Insanity

    Praveen Kumar
    15 Jun 2015 | 10:39 am
    As the cold winds blow from the north, a shiver runs through my spine, searching for a way to get out, i stumble back and forth into life; One moment i am marching towards the light at the end of the tunnel, Another moment i am crawling my way through darkness, eyes searching for something and […]
  • Dream (Bird Without Wings)

    Praveen Kumar
    14 Jan 2015 | 12:24 am
    as the light slowly faded and the dark night engulfed the land, i sit here, hand in chin, wondering, confused, deep in thought about what it was and what might be; as the trees swayed to the gentle lullaby of the night, sleep was the last thing on my mind, restless mind and sombre thoughts […]
  • Why Me?

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

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

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

  • Ariel Resnikoff, with Jerome Rothenberg: From an Interview (continued), on Jews & Experimental Modernism, with Notes toward a Poetry of Witness & an Omnipoetics

    Jerome Rothenberg
    25 Jun 2015 | 5:03 am
    Jerome Rothenberg, from a production circa 1984 of "That Dada Strain" by Luke Morrison &  the Center for Theater Science & Research, San Diego & Lexington, NY[The following is a continuation of an interview, the first part of which appeared in Poems and Poetics on December 10, 2014.  The full interview, conducted by Resnikoff over a period of several months, was published later in The Wolf magazine, number 31, edited by James Byrne & Sandeep Parmar.]AR: I’m curious how the question of a Jewish entry into experimental modernism relates to your interest in…
  • Jerome Rothenberg: At the Hotel Monopol

    Jerome Rothenberg
    16 Jun 2015 | 6:08 am
    in BreslauPROEM [1988].   It was raining when we got to Wroclaw [Breslau], the miles from Auschwitz bringing back the memories of what had happened there.  Traveling with our son we had made reservations for a single suite at the Hotel Monopol, but when we pulled in, the hotel could only come up with two separate rooms.  After a while, though, the desk clerk said that they had found a suite for us that was free.  An elderly bellhop carried our bags up the central flight of stairs, threw the big doors open, put our bags down on the floor, and asked me with a little…
  • Anne Blonstein: from “worked on screen” (some notarikon poems with a note on notarikon)

    Jerome Rothenberg
    4 Jun 2015 | 3:55 am
    [Anne Blonstein died much too soon on April 19, 2011.  She had by then created a remarkable series of works in which she employed & transformed traditional numerological and hermeneutic procedures (gematria, notarikon) in the composition of radically new experimental poems.  Too little known, her oeuvre, as I would read it, is in a line that goes from Abulafia to Mallarmé and Mac Low & various poets of Oulipo and Fluxus, among others, while the devotion & precision that she shows throughout are clearly & powerfully her own.   The following, published…
  • Jerome Rothenberg: Previewing “A Field on Mars”: Two Poems & a Coda from “A Further Witness”

    Jerome Rothenberg
    27 May 2015 | 5:46 am
    [The excerpts that follow are from a work in progress, A Field on Mars: Poems 2000-2015, scheduled for publication next year by Presses Universitaires de Rouen et du Havre in simultaneous English & French editions. The note below explains whatever else needs explanation.  (J.R.)]A GOD CONCEALEDI isegoin anothertonguea swollensenseof whohe isone daywill fall apart& leave himhaplessreadinghis wordson glass& airor lookingat the skyhe readsyour facethe eyeslike shardsof iceaglowa godconcealedhis mouthaskewthe wordis…
  • Jerome Rothenberg: Three Poems after Images by Nancy Tobin

    Jerome Rothenberg
    15 May 2015 | 5:23 am
    [As I approach the seven-year mark of Poems and Poetics, I thought it appropriate to re-post the initial offering in the series, first posted herein on June 7, 2008.  Published later that year as a small book from a resuscitated Hawk's Well Press, two of the images appear hereand hereon the internet,  and copies of the whole can still be ordered from Small Press Distribution. My own brief comments on our collaboration & Tobin’s more extensive description of her aims & working process follow the poems, below. (J.R.)] Waiting for Seuratwaiting for seuratis not so bad is…
 
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    Wild Horses Of Fire

  • Headless V

    Thom Donovan
    26 Jun 2015 | 6:49 pm
    --for Rit Premnath  Measured by no stickNo witness but the petalsPrepared in water Ringing their now time nowTheir rose rim of the wound Your body isBut is it artWhat it structuresAnd what you can’t controlContingent upon Their violence?Measureless like no stick leansLike your art Of sticks measures no bodyThis betrays a body somewhere structuring The violence that controls usWhere there is only the roseThe substitutable petalsHis body Could be taken for yours The car slows Asks if you are looking for workThere is no refusal left To this corpse But to sell flowersThere is no…
  • Headless I

    Thom Donovan
    22 Jun 2015 | 10:25 am
    Am I an Afro-melancholicYou ask,Yes, you areBut a joyous oneLiving across the streetFrom a Confederate cemeteryNo, actually, I think you are more like An Afro-gothShedding these shittyLittle tears on tin foilOr are they stubbleIs this blood splatterThis grimace saying doI matterI will chop your head offMy hustler, my semblable, my hommieWhose black frame frames whitenessThere is a blankness where the eyes should have beenWhere the mouth should have been there is onlyInfinite sadness Of the blood stained gateThere is witnessYou can’t profile a ghostIf that’s what this is…
  • Headless IV

    Thom Donovan
    18 Jun 2015 | 10:52 pm
    –for Anna VitaleWhat it mattersWhose dyingWho kills ThemselvesAnd how it’s performedWhat it matters What name you were givenWhere you come fromDetroit if you are working Class or BlackIf you made work For your whole lifeIf the casket Was open or if this is a studiumIf this is a punctumWho is woundedBy simply looking upon the bodyWhat world-making Process with whichWe can identifyWhat unidentifiable bodies The unrecognizeable faceAnd how it moves usGetting up the courage for thisRevolutionary deathGetting up the courage to die To keep dying every dayWhat structure of living would that…
  • Future Citizen (statement)

    Thom Donovan
    18 Jun 2015 | 9:42 am
    at TTTV's X21 series The 21st Century requires that I put my own body, ideas, emotions, time, breath, and resources on the line in order to build relationships of solidarity and kinship with those who would attempt to usher in (revolutionary) change—change that reorders the violent structures of our world. 
  • Headless III

    Thom Donovan
    17 Jun 2015 | 10:24 am
    Not even recognizable this oneNot even human Beyond the contingent Character of violence whereIt’s raining shit it’s raining pissHallelujah where There is no differenceBetween an eye and a mouthExcept how they are situated On the faceI can’t tell the differenceBetween piss and shit and bloodWhere the orifices are fungible And motherless in this natal Dispossession Is it raining?What are you covered with? Your one good eye, what can it see? Your only mouth stuffed with a void The tain and what’s behind it, What backs it up?Where that eye should have beenInstead I hear…
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    A window Within Myself

  • Rain lovingly as you are

    12 Jun 2015 | 1:37 pm
    You are here ...at our doorstepsTouch us gently I'm not sure ..If your countless dropletsAre cry of pain Or rather tears of happiness As the wind pushed you To arrive within the heart of my landI thank you for being here Whether troublesome or joy You are God's  blessings That I have waited in mid of heat Come to my land Just lovingly as you rain on us copyright 2015 Nasra Al Adawi #nasraaladawi #poetry #poetrycommunity #rain #ashoba #storm
  • ~Cleansing of the Sea~

    21 Apr 2015 | 5:48 pm
    Have you ever came close eye to an eye ..that you stared at your mind and thoughts. What does it look like. I imagine it to be a net… different ropes knotted with each other to create a net. Thoughts flows rapidly within the chain of ropes, yet our troubled thoughts and worries stumbles in theses knots.. Suffocating, calling to be untangled. The exercise of detangling is merely not an easy journey… Whenever I use to have a chocking thoughts calling on me to release it when I was younger the ultimate way is to throw my thoughts towards the sea. It was just as the sunlight breaking though…
  • ~His Rose~

    29 Jan 2015 | 12:55 pm
    Think.. Think of a rose. Can you imagine it .Can you see what color is it? Can you feel the touch of it petals… Not many of us dislike roses.. in fact roses are symbol of beauty. Wouldn’t you think, that roses not only a symbol of beauty but it is symbol of love and appreciation to our other half. When a man unites with his woman in marriage, its like acquiring a rose or he see his woman as pretty as the rose or prettier that a rose. That perception it can last.. Not just a year, it can be longer. Let us leave to husbands to give an answer to that.  The beginning is the marriage and…
  • ~Touching Your Dream~

    8 Dec 2014 | 10:06 pm
    For me to brush...Your skies Closer to touch... Your dream The glimpse of youTotally denied I'm left recallingRemaining of your wordsA melody within the skies copyright 2014 Nasra Al Adawi 
  • Penned Thoughts

    7 Dec 2014 | 12:02 pm
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    Sad Poems

  • Practical Resonance

    28 Jun 2015 | 8:30 pm
    the difference confronts. paper knives give chase and narrow margins run. portions. the cruel serendipity of coincidence. and fear. the simple math of skin and meat. we either add or subtract. everything else is just irony. there are curves. there are angles. skin like picture books. lips like fairy tales. there are places. there are exits. the road surrenders. the distance forgives. the road is closed, but the detours are infinite. the bridges open. the world pauses. it's easy to forget how quickly it will resume. there is no map. just the lines we draw in the dirt. and the habits we…
  • Uncontrolled Intersections

    16 Jun 2015 | 8:44 pm
    the panic whispered. heavy lightbulbs in the suffocation of want. incandescent. all theft and shame. in the perpetuity of lost. varieties of sober. like chewing gum and religion. a practical insanity. how sobbed. the fever of distance. all red dresses and burnt camouflage. as the war slouched onward. in various theories and impossible causes. maybe, she thought, still swept up in the revisions. evolution thundering inside her head. some impotent monster with sharper teeth than claws. I see the shore, though I am adrift. I know how to swim, though I've been sinking. it's a small world they…
  • Small Change

    9 Jun 2015 | 8:22 pm
    Wet corners. Flesh wagered in parables and tickets to zen. The edge. A unity of oblivion. A crusade of conditions. Ripe with conspiracies of when. Common thieves. The fulcrum of madnesss. Shifting the balance. Weighted. Voices like gauze caked with the sickness. The moment folds. An ambivalent monarch in a kingdom already spent. The scene happens. Though its audience is bankrupt. A dialogue of pauses. In a war of momentum. Soft edges. The critical paradox. Condensates of time. The echo of distance in the vacuum of lost. The constant. Shivers in the map. Choices like a contagion. Infecting…
  • Atomic Weights

    1 Jun 2015 | 8:27 pm
    the perpendicular. in pale sobs. stitched skin and patchwork dresses. picking at the scabs. the unfortunate hunger of life. arriving like kings. exiting like paupers. the template. pretending colors. where only outlines exist. the consistent demons. as she treads water. imagining the ocean to be small. fearing that it is. a feast of the practical in a famine of madness. the quiet songs that steal the sky. the loud ones that forget to listen. all mercury and chromium in the antipathy of loss. no funerals. only travelling. possessed by that halting road. corners. swollen with decision. stale…
  • Remembering the Surface

    27 May 2015 | 8:32 pm
    the pursuit yawns. the journey gulps. the path is lost. her template scolds. a cautious array of decisions. broken into their various shapes by circumstance. an eager mosaic of skin. fractured, yet cohesive. the road threatens. thirsty with distance. gravity dispenses its intoxicating panic. the journey comes in doses. a sweet medicine laced with sickness. the road is mostly dead things and uncontrolled intersections. everything slows as her speed increases. sharp turns in the dichotomy of knowing. how fast. how far. never both.  Uncertainty a blind god with its eyes wide open. Copyright…
 
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    anachronizms

  • mmcdiv

    29 Jun 2015 | 9:37 pm
                                                        Tumble-   weeds we’d have been were it not amelon patch we were in....                               —Nathaniel MackeyHappy…
  • mmcdiii

    28 Jun 2015 | 10:56 pm
    I’ve droppedinfinity onyour shorts. Who am I?
  • mmcdii

    27 Jun 2015 | 10:48 pm
    I Can Do All Of This On A Virtual Piece Of PaperThis is just a means of keeping it alive.  Make itanything you want (friendship, collaboration,evolution as human, love, creation, ideation).  Sowhy set the default for crises at retreat?  Who knows how to keep it?  It.  Can anyone helpwith how to keep it?  It’s okay.  I understand.On an apologetic note, I went to bed with yourbag of wavy Lay’s.  Sorry for eating every lastchip.  Not to excuse the gluttony, but I was either drunk or sleeping or both.  But you already knowall of this. …
  • mmcdi

    26 Jun 2015 | 11:30 pm
    That Said NothingLoves to disintegratethe horrible feelings.Doesn’t love callingit a weekend.  Doesn’tlove the most difficult.Palm Springs and cham-omile. I have never beenso confused (speakingas if to the tea, to thetrees).  I feel like my life is moving to Texas.Damned despondency.I feel naked and so outof the city. Which couldmean I steamed it up(stop crying) after anexplosive breakfast with Loves to Diminish.
  • mmcd

    21 Jun 2015 | 7:59 pm
    Poem to Nowhere (with Wolves)Stupidly, I fail to mentionmy happiness. One mouthplus one week plus maybeanother week by now.  Somepeople collect hearts.  I givemine away.  In pieces.  I am,however, surviving okay likethis, see?  Well.  Right at thismoment.  With the grinding,etc.  But I feel art (as I eat a french fry).  An attempt to dig out of the French poodle.I have to get myself wrappedup and out the door, somehow.The number one reason to wraponeself up in a pub (and not apoodle) is that the high is so incredibly cosmopolitan.
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    As/Is

  • The dire battle...

    Adam Fieled
    29 Jun 2015 | 11:19 am
    Again, here is Cheltenham Elegy 420: The Junior Prom deposited me (and fifteen others) on the floor of her basement. I could barely see daylight at the time, and at three in the morning I began to prowl. I was too scared to turn on any lights. She emerged like a mermaid from seaweed. I needed comfort, she enjoyed my need. We had gone out— she was bitter. The whole dialogue happened in shadows
  • Another Chimes Conjunction

    Adam Fieled
    29 Jun 2015 | 9:30 am
    Another recurrence of a character in two books; Ted from Chimes here: We had many adventures, Ted and I, but the roles we played were always the same. I was Quixote to Ted’s Sancho Panza. If we were pelted with snowballs or pelting others with snowballs, staring at girls or being stared at by girls, making prank calls or getting calls from friends, always it was my job to instigate the
  • The Iconicity Complex

    Adam Fieled
    29 Jun 2015 | 8:26 am
    Each generation, and individuals born into each generation, have unique crosses to bear. What was handed to American kids born between 1970 and 1980- an iron-clad insistence, which trickled down from the media and other high sectors into the populace, on the iron-clad importance, worthiness, and compelling power of pop culture and the status of its luminaries as (barely sub-religious) icons-
  • Dear, Brutal

    Adam Fieled
    28 Jun 2015 | 1:14 pm
    For those with an interest in my books, this might be a useful revelation, from the writer's life. The character "N" in Chimes, who appears here: N was the girl with the olive skin. We continued to dance around each other, loving but not committing ourselves. At a party at someone’s house in Elkins Park, we went outside together and my hands were gripped by something and they went all over
  • Dancing with Dancing with Myself Pt. 2

    Adam Fieled
    28 Jun 2015 | 8:47 am
    I have a few more things to say about Dancing with Myself. The perspective adopted by the author of a sonnet does not have to be a youthful one, but it tends to be. The youthful voice, exploring feelings of confinement, isolation, or (conversely, as in Keats' sonnets) euphoria and expansiveness, tends to hit us with a sense of something bubbling over or overflowing. The protagonist of Dancing
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    Chicano Poet

  • 15 Jun 2015 | 6:38 pm

    15 Jun 2015 | 6:38 pm
    Jurassic AssicThe dinosaurshad entered the barrioduring the dead of nighta Mexican bakerywas one of theirfirst victimsas soon as el ochoheard about ithe left hisCulebra Rd. apartmentand snaked his wayto the sceneof the prehistoric crimehe duked it outwith the dinoslike John Waynehe was wearinghis Mil Mascaraswrestling pantieshe battledthe dinosaursfor three daysy tres nochesuntil queles dioen la madrehe donated the meatto the homelessand the bonesto the Daughtersof the Republic of TexasGod knows they needa boner in their lives---el ocho pataswas so thoughtfuly bien desgraciado
  • 10 Jun 2015 | 6:48 pm

    10 Jun 2015 | 6:48 pm
    The Texas PoemMoseswas trying to partthe Red Riverso thatStephen F. Austin'sillegal alienscould crossinto virgen Texasbut el pendejowas trying to partthe Red Riverat its widest thighsuntil el ocho patasshowed himthe best placeto perform his illusionand that's howTexas got screwed---no thanksto el ocho patas
  • 9 Jun 2015 | 7:30 pm

    9 Jun 2015 | 7:30 pm
    El Ocho Patas As Phan Kim PhucEl ocho pataswas a Vietnamese girl on fireeven as a teenagerher family told herthat she still hadthe scent of American napalmin Cubashe met her future husbandstanding by a 1958 Chevybut she struggled withher inner ocho pataseventually she sought asylum in Canadawhere the cold and snowbrought el ocho patasout into the openfreaking the French Canucksbut Phan Kim Phuc knewthat el ocho pataswas alwayswithin walking distance
  • 3 Jun 2015 | 4:23 pm

    3 Jun 2015 | 4:23 pm
    Surfer GirlHe made love to herwith one handtied behind his back.His knucklescracked underher beautiful back.His ball caphalf on and half off.He caressed herwith his broken life.Delicious, he thought.Her anklestwisted on the pillows,and her eyesbounced in excitationlike a Beach Boys song.
  • 31 May 2015 | 4:32 pm

    31 May 2015 | 4:32 pm
    A Poem By Emmy PerezYsleta, TejasCottonwood crossesplanted in sun-cracked mud: Inca dovebones among olla shards.In this desert, trunks of fruit trees,crosses without names and allare washed white. Gypsum.Lime. Here, dirt is life,shaped into utensilsand adobes--here, dirt holdsseeds soaked with irrigatedwater, hoping to blossom.Here, when canal water drainshungry children dig in bottomsand for crawfish. Dust stormslive in teeth, dreams and eyes.Loose cotton blows overempty fields months after harvestand roosters crow all day.Every moment is tormentand sunrise.My mother's homewas a bowl made of…
 
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    the dust congress

  • 9 Jun 2015 | 11:55 am

    9 Jun 2015 | 11:55 am
    it was the first big weekend of the summertime
  • 2 Feb 2015 | 10:22 am

    2 Feb 2015 | 10:22 am
    Let's be undecided, let's take our time Only Rare Things Create - Jack Micheline When love creates When tenderness creates It is the greatest of all sounds When man and woman creates a baby is born When fear creates anger is born When loneliness creates despair is born When business creates hype is born When newspapers create politicians are born When art galleries create money is
  • 3 Jan 2015 | 10:51 am

    3 Jan 2015 | 10:51 am
    the only thing I'd change would be the ending It Can't Be True -- Michael Brownstein, author of the must-read World on Fire That we belong to one of the last generations To See an uncontaminated sky And walk through enough forest Stretching for hundreds of square miles Uncharted and completely surrounded by itself Holding us because being there Is a real surprise, vast and everyday
  • 16 Dec 2014 | 11:11 am

    16 Dec 2014 | 11:11 am
    One hundred years from this day Will the people still feel this way Frederic Edwin Church, Iceberg, 1861 The Coming of Light -- Mark Strand Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and
  • 3 Dec 2014 | 10:59 am

    3 Dec 2014 | 10:59 am
    no kind of love is better than others Carl Andre, Am Am Not Am Not Willing, 1972 Untitled -- Grace Paley Life is as risky as it is branchy treetop and twigtip are only the beginning then comes the westwind to lean and the northwind to turn then the sunshine implores and up all of us go we are like any greengrowing machinery riding the daylight route to darkness Notebook -- Patti Smith
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    rooted

  • rainy illusion

    gautami tripathy
    27 Jun 2015 | 7:46 am
    when the fiery wind sings Old Bank Street, Manchester, UK by R.A.D. Stainforth you hold my arm (it makes a nice frame for pictures) you have mastered that craft to create illusions just a deal,... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • weeds sprouting out of your mind

    gautami tripathy
    14 Jun 2015 | 10:23 am
    I pick the mouthpiece speak secrets into it you think I will gossip but I read out a poem stanzas as sharp as razors when I wrote it in the bath a storm was brewing in my heart (my skin so bronze,... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • when thoughts muddle with heat

    gautami tripathy
    7 Jun 2015 | 10:35 am
    in that bowl of ice cream  I try to find some coolness I am frantic in this heat random things springs in the mind sultry weather, no one's fault nature's way of testing us to make us absorbed... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • I want a red planet of my own

    gautami tripathy
    1 Jun 2015 | 10:29 am
    photo by Toni Frissell I need a nifty hat to keep me afloat  just outside of my watery grave  don't ever assume I have the privilege of misery that thought is but stale  where is... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • spectacular in the jagged edges of mind

    gautami tripathy
    24 May 2015 | 10:33 am
    Still Life, 1907 by John Frederick Peto steaming earth burns the feet jagged edges of rock bleed them further I am so intimate with my hat yet I have that umbrella too merciless sun hits me... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
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    something katy

  • happy loneliness (6/29 title by Emilie Noetzel)

    29 Jun 2015 | 10:46 am
    watching your favorite reality tv show dressing purely for comfort, screw fashion eat the whole thing with your hands and laugh when you say "excuse me" out of habit.
  • theft

    29 Jun 2015 | 8:29 am
    Stolen from _fernbeds_ https://instagram.com/p/4f6SazBRwg/?taken-by=_fernbeds_   take the carcass of the thief dismantled as it ever was stolen from the nests of albatross and plover for structure among weaker fibers take the chance encounter with the larger birds to bring home the bones of a wasted life that was coveted none the lesser fore the value of any other it is relative to the
  • pride.

    29 Jun 2015 | 7:57 am
  • just a bit of Jack

    29 Jun 2015 | 7:37 am
  • albatros

    29 Jun 2015 | 7:33 am
    is the albatross a brave bird or just a big one? does it eat whatever it wants or whatever it can find?
 
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    Silliman's Blog

  • 24 Jun 2015 | 9:00 pm

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    The Best American Poetry

  • Monday Comic by Nin Andrews

    The Best American Poetry
    29 Jun 2015 | 7:27 am
    In her brilliant introduction to State of the Art (Pittsburgh, 2015) by David Lehman, Denise Duhamel writes: David takes his cue from Charles Baudelaire who advised, "Always be a poet, even in prose." I love that quote--it sounds so sexy yet true.
  • Roundtable on Contemporary Translation and Politics/ posted by Sandra Simonds

    SandmanSimonds
    27 Jun 2015 | 4:58 am
    Speaking with Marie Buck, Jennifer Scappettone, Guillermo Parra, Daniel Borzutzky and Johannes Göransson There’s a sense that I get that American poets seem to only like to read other American poets? Am I wrong about this, right? Why is it important to read poetry in translation, or is it? Guillermo Parra: When I think back on my own education as a poet, from approximately 1988 onwards, translation was there from the very beginning, with Stephen Mitchell’s translations of Rilke, Louise Varese’s Rimbaud (a particularly important event in my life, her translations still resonate with me…
  • Ten Autobiographical Fragments (by Alan Ziegler)

    Alan Ziegler
    25 Jun 2015 | 3:37 pm
    One Plus One (1956): When one of the older kids in the neighborhood is told he “has no balls,” he replies, “I’ve got two of them, how many do you have?” This is a question I have never asked myself. That night, in the bath, I nervously count. One. Two. And no more. Bobby and Joanie (1964): Someone tells me that in 1961 he was staying with a friend in Cambridge. From Harvard Yard he heard a male and female voice having a drunken argument. “Stop it, Bobby,” said the female. “Aw come on, Joanie, come back here,” said the male. I will repeat the story many times, to the great…
  • Harwood Named Poet Laureate!

    The Best American Poetry
    24 Jun 2015 | 6:53 pm
    I’m thrilled to announce that I have been named the first poet laureate of the New York City Greenmarkets, the largest and most diverse outdoor urban farmers market network in the country, with over 50 locations throughout the five boroughs. My job is to select poems of high literary merit that showcase foods and beverages that are seasonal and specific to our region. The poems will be printed along with recipes by noted cookbook authors and chefs and distributed free at all markets. One of the first poems I’ve picked is “Nettles” by Katha Pollitt from Antarctic Traveller…
  • Letter to a Young Nonprivileged Poet by Sandra Simonds

    SandmanSimonds
    24 Jun 2015 | 1:17 pm
    Letter to a Young Nonprivileged Poet: Sometimes younger poets come to me and they want to know how to get his or her voice out there in poetry. I’m not sure why they ask me, but whatever. I’ll take it for what it is. Let me first say, if you are a rich poet or poet who went to an Ivy League school or probably both, or a tenured white male professor, stop reading now. This post isn’t for you. There are tons of resources out there for you and this is not one of them. This post is for ordinary poets, poor poets, adjuncts, and other people who don’t have the means, resources and…
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • Rhetorics as Raw Material: On the Complex Work of Daniel Borzutzky

    Harriet Staff
    29 Jun 2015 | 12:30 pm
    At Jacket2, Kristin Dykstra writes about both the translation and creative work of Daniel Borzutzky, and how the two modes interrelate as she reads across his oeuvre, focusing on Borzutzky’s 2015 collection Memories of My Overdevelopment, categorized by its publisher, Kenning Editions, as “nonfiction.” This way depends on their shared grounds of a hemispheric expanse defined around rhetorics of neoliberalism and resistance, which Borzutzky has been conceptualizing in increasingly focused texts. His gradual construction of a specific hemispheric span for his writing – a span where…
  • Checking in with Linh Dinh at Jacket2

    Harriet Staff
    29 Jun 2015 | 11:00 am
    We realized today that too much time has gone by since we checked in with past and prolific Harriet contributor Linh Dinh, so we’re grateful to the editors of Jacket2 for posting a conversation with him and Tahseen al-Khateeb, “first published in Arabic on March 15, 2015 in Al Arab and Al Jadeed, both of London.” The interview is wide ranging and covers topics as various as language acquisition, translation, politics, contemporary poetry, and Dinh’s ongoing photographic project that seeks to document the economic unraveling of America. We’ll shave off a thin…
  • How to Teach Poetry in Scotland? More Joy, Less Decoding Says National Poet for Scotland, Liz Lochhead

    Harriet Staff
    29 Jun 2015 | 10:00 am
    Scotland’s National Poet Laureate (in Scotland, referred to as the “Makar”) is Liz Lochhead. In a new article at The National, Lochhead, who rose to the prestigious post in 2011, speaks out against the current trends in classrooms for the teaching of poetry. From The National: Scotland’s Makar has launched an attack on how poetry is taught in schools, describing methods as “disgraceful” and blaming the way the subject is examined for putting children off the art form for life. Liz Lochhead said the Scottish Government’s education policy Curriculum for Excellence,…
  • Portland, Maine Passes the Puck to a New Poet Laureate: Gibson Fay-LeBlanc

    Harriet Staff
    29 Jun 2015 | 7:30 am
    The newest poet laureate for the city of Portland, Maine is hockey player and educator, Gibson Fay-LeBlanc. Fay-LeBlanc will serve a three-year term and hopes to follow in the footsteps of Wesley McNair, a former Portland poet laureate. From Portland Press Herald: Gibson Fay-LeBlanc is proud be known as Portland’s puck-moving poet laureate. He plays men’s league hockey, his kids both skate, and he’s one of those hockey dads who spends his winters toiling with frozen fingers on the backyard rink. He’s also Portland’s newest poet laureate, and his next book of poetry will be filled…
  • A Playlist for Our June 2015 Issue

    Lindsay Garbutt
    29 Jun 2015 | 6:00 am
    It was fairly easy to create a playlist for our April 2015 issue because so many of the poems mentioned particular songs, albums, and artists. This month, our editorial assistant Holly Amos was up to the more difficult challenge of making a playlist for our June 2015 issue. She described a bit of her curation process for us: The June issue playlist came together through a variety of methods. Mostly I looked for pairings that complimented each other in rhythm and tone (Chen Chen’s vibrant and playful “Poplar Street” screams Talking Heads). Some poems suggested songs directly through…
 
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • Middle Class Prince

    dc
    22 Jun 2015 | 4:47 pm
    Aspirational Yet non-inspirational, Attitude glacial, Eyes confrontational, Pull gravitational, Knowledge operational, Drugs recreational, Guise transformational, Dreams all palatial, Middle class prince.
  • Popular In His Network

    dc
    30 May 2015 | 5:20 pm
    They shaved their idiot, Bathed him and dried him Softly in Egyptian cotton, They dressed him Head to toe in silk And encouraged him To shout his made up language At strangers and officials. They smiled as he designed Bizarre pamphlets and posters, All black and blue and angry, They listened in awe At his bubbled conspiracies And rubbed his back As he belched insecurity And cried at the sky. They laughed at the mucus That connected his nose To his blabbering mouth, They called him a genius When he sang His peculiar songs And scribbled down His rules. He was nothing and everything, A manchild,…
  • Pickled Eggs

    dc
    24 May 2015 | 5:05 pm
    Here he stumbles, All hips and chins, His pudgy mind lost In fractured worry, Irritable bowel syndrome Haunting his daylight, His stomach creaking Like a Hitchcockian nightmare. His brain squats in folly And his face curdles loose, His breath can stain skin And he stomps like a troll, His eyebrows are alive, They have their own moan; Birds disappear, Just thickets left rustling, Rabbits fill warrens, All life dissipates. He’s here – here he is, He’s a wandering frown, The idiot from the other night, The meat-head village clown, They cheered his name for minutes, But now no-ones around,…
  • Safe Seat

    dc
    15 May 2015 | 4:48 pm
    He wants to laugh above landslides While the fields flood And the roads complain, He wants to magnify the evermore As raised hopes float Briefly through darkness And the sharpness of his soul Bathes in trivial hindsight And podcasts. In this small village hall Where for moments You could easily feel Like one of the last men on earth Or a new wolf pack’s prey, There’s a golden few seconds, A pop stopped unreal, Why sit and hope storms Are the end, or the beginning Of something concocted By sparrows and whale song? Why wait for the uploaded photos? We’ve gone for the easy option,…
  • A Shelf

    dc
    14 May 2015 | 4:57 pm
    I have a shelf At the base Of one of my Teeth Where sweet words Have crept in And left their Mark. I’ve tried Filling it up With fiction But it’s Sensitive To knowledge. I’ve considered Ornaments And trinkets But it’ll Never hold The weight. So it just sits there Receding, It’s sheen Lost to bleeding, It’s coat Never gleaming If it could sleep It’d be dreaming Of a mouth Far finer than mine.
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    Robert Peake

  • Upcoming Readings: Ledbury, Leicester, London

    Robert Peake
    17 Jun 2015 | 6:57 am
    The summer and autumn months are looking good for poetry. I will be giving a variety of readings, in a variety of different formats, at various locations throughout the UK, between now and the end of October. Ledbury Poetry Festival, July 4th, 15:40 — 16:00 I will be reading from The Knowledge as part of the “20 Minutes With…” series at Ledbury Poetry Festival. This is one of Britain’s best-loved poetry festivals, and I’m excited to attend. More» The Saison Poetry Library at London’s Southbank Centre, August 5th…
  • New Poetry-Film Essay Online

    Robert Peake
    15 Jun 2015 | 1:33 pm
    The film-poem genre has attracted considerable interest from various disciplines, and is beginning to gain astute critical insight as an emerging artistic form. One excellent vehicle is the German-based Poetryfilmkanal website. I was delighted to be asked to write an essay for them about the fascination of the film-poem. The relationship between art and memory has always fascinated me personally, and in this piece I regard memory as a kind of aesthetic glue holding the two genres in relationship to one another.  You can read the full essay, “Mnemosyne’s Tango: Poetry, Film, and the…
  • Writing with Integrity

    Robert Peake
    12 Jun 2015 | 4:52 pm
    What stories are ours to tell? The Atlantic’s response to a young white male poet contemplating hanging up his pen because of these categories in which he finds himself makes the fine point that guilt is never a good reason to stop making and sharing one’s art. Yet a fresh spate of plagiarism allegations in the poetry world, combined with the recent furore over racially transgressive conceptual poetry, has me contemplating authenticity, integrity, and the implications of what we write. I dig into all of this in a new article for HuffPost Books. For me personally, it comes down to…
  • Valerie Morton Does The Knowledge

    Robert Peake
    8 Jun 2015 | 3:47 am
    British poet Valerie Morton takes a close look at The Knowledge in a guest review on the website of Canadian poet E.E. Nobbs. How fittingly trans-Atlantic is that? She calls the book, “strange”, “quirky”, and “honest”, and remarks, “What impresses me greatly is the author’s humanity, which I found very moving.” Morton draws out themes of loss and culture shock in the first section of the book. Reflecting on the “difficult” middle section, she concludes, “the fact that America has been at war for most of its existence…
  • Interviewed in The Poetry Shed

    Robert Peake
    2 Jun 2015 | 10:38 am
    “I saw something nasty in the wood shed.” -Aunt Ada, “Cold Comfort Farm” There’s nothing nasty in Abegail Morley’s Poetry Shed. I know becaus she recently invited me in for an interview. We talked about the editorial process leading up to publication of The Knowledge, how the editor Jane and I worked together, and what it was like to finally see the finished product. The publication process can be a bit of a mystery to some, so thanks to Abegail for asking about this side of things and shedding some light on what was involved in bringing this book into the…
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    The Nahmias Cipher Report

  • Karachi Heat Wave, Hottest in Recorded History, Death Toll Surpasses 1,100

    Victoria Copeland
    26 Jun 2015 | 11:09 pm
    Victoria Copeland, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 02:09 a.m. EST, 27 June 2015 KARACHI, Pakistan – As the temperature approached 100 degrees Fahrenheit civilians struggle to stay dehydrated. Now that temperatures have surpassed 112°F or 45°C people are dying in the streets. This heat wave is one of the highest recorded temperatures since another deadly heat […]
  • Try to Imagine Spending 1 Hour in Solitary Confinement. Albert Woodfox Spent 43 Years

    Sophie Okolo
    25 Jun 2015 | 12:14 am
    Sophie Okolo, Contributing Journalist Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 03:15 p.m. 25 June 2015 LOUISIANA, United States – What comes to mind when people think about solitary confinement? Society depicts prisoners in locked cells with little or no contact with the outside world. This is the reality of thousands of prisoners throughout the penal system […]
  • MERS Outbreak in South Korea Hits Record High, 3 New Cases, 2 More Die

    Sarah Jakubowski
    21 Jun 2015 | 9:46 pm
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 00:46 a.m. EST, 22 June 2015 SOUTH KOREA – An outbreak of MERS (Middle East Respiratory Syndrome) in South Korea has led to 138 confirmed cases and 14 deaths, according to the World Health Organization (WHO). Just 17 hours ago news outlets reported 3 new cases with 2 […]
  • The Dirty Little Secret of Abuse of Old People

    Sophie Okolo
    20 Jun 2015 | 5:04 pm
    Sophie Okolo, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 20:04 p.m. 19 June 2015 On Monday, June 15, nations around the world commemorated World Elder Abuse Awareness Day (WEEAD). Elder Abuse continues to be a significant issue in many societies as reports of mistreatment against older people is increasing. The thought of harming an older person suggests severe […]
  • Flags Half-Staff for Charleston South Carolina Church Massacre, All Except the Confederate

    Ayanna Nahmias
    18 Jun 2015 | 10:48 pm
    Ayanna Nahmias, Editor-in-Chief Last Modified: 01:48 a.m. EDT, 19 June 2015 CHARLESTON, South Carolina – Dylann Roof, 21, has been identified as the assailant who allegedly sat and prayed during a fellowship meeting Wednesday night at a historic African-American church in Charleston, South Carolina. Survivors recount how Roof with malice aforethought shot and killed nine […]
 
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    Best Poems

  • Deprived Life

    Ehsan Sehgal
    29 Jun 2015 | 11:37 am
    Ehsan Sehgal What a deprived life Of him Who did not live With his choice And joy How does one know What it is to suffer The person's heart Does not have The experience Of pain
  • Move Or Forget

    Ehsan Sehgal
    29 Jun 2015 | 11:35 am
    Ehsan Sehgal I did not lie Before I met you But I confess that You compelled me With your wrong And improper motion I lied just to let you feel Do not hurt anyone Who is already facingread more
  • It Is The Way

    Ehsan Sehgal
    29 Jun 2015 | 11:32 am
    Ehsan Sehgal It does not work Nor affect or impact Any status, rank Wealth, face beauties Of this world On my character On my thoughts My weak point is Only love The real love And it is my power tooread more
  • The Waves

    Ehsan Sehgal
    29 Jun 2015 | 11:30 am
    Ehsan Sehgal As the waves Hit the shore And enjoy that Also out of control And then revert Let me in my waves In the same way I also want to cross My limits To extend the limits.
  • Do Not Tease Me

    Ehsan Sehgal
    29 Jun 2015 | 11:27 am
    Ehsan Sehgal I am the richest In love And faithfulness Do not tease me I am Sufi ascetic Reality of ego Is not for sale Nor the tongue of faith I am the door Of sincerity and civilityread more
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    Magma Poetry » Blog

  • Incorrigibly Plural Event Sparks Excellent Collaborations and Incredibly Lively Debate

    Lisa Kelly
    15 Jun 2015 | 7:55 am
    Poets Hannah Lowe, Joelle Taylor, Chris McCabe and Jon Stone read their collaborative poems at The Crypt in Clerkenwell earlier this month as part of Magma’s ongoing National Conversation about Poetry. The audience listened attentively to the new work, which responded to the theme of the four seasons, and was treated to readings by the individual poets so it was possible to hear and compare their ‘pure’ voices. In the second half Magma’s Dominic Bury and John Canfield led a discussion about the nature of poetic voice and took questions from the audience for the panel of poets. The…
  • Call for contributions – Magma 64 on the theme of ‘Risk’

    Dom Bury and Jon Stone
    1 Jun 2015 | 2:02 am
    Magma has changed to Submittable. Please follow this link to submit. For the next issue of Magma we’ve chosen the theme of ‘Risk’. We’re aware that risk is in itself a risky word. It is open to interpretation. And what we hope to present in our call for submissions is just one understanding. For us, the conscious act of taking risks is in itself the act of living. It is an act of exposure. Of gambling. Of disobedience. An act of fearlessness. It is the constant awareness of risk, learning how to push ourselves to the edge of what is possible that governs everything we…
  • The latest edition of Magma is very Street.

    admin
    18 May 2015 | 5:56 am
    Thanks to everyone who came along and supported the launch of Magma 61 at the London Review Bookshop on Friday (15th May). We heard from a great mix of poets including Simon Kew, Geraldine Clarkson, John Wheway and Miranda Peake and our first guest reader, Christine Webb. Christine Webb reading ‘Wasting Time by Looking’ We also had an impromptu turn by Gram Joel Davies who read his poem ‘World Away’ on the vagaries of gap years. And to round off the evening Simon Barraclough, read from his latest collection ‘Sunspots’, including his wonderful poem ‘Brightness’, a dark…
  • Join us for a street party and the launch of Magma 61

    admin
    12 May 2015 | 7:24 am
    We’re launching the latest Magma magazine, M61, this Friday (15th May) at the London Review Bookshop (14, Bury Place, WC1A 2JL). The theme of Magma 61 is ‘The Street’. There will be readings from our guest poets Simon Barraclough and Christine Webb as well as a selection of other poets featured in the edition. Doors open at 6.30pm, readings begin at 7pm. Tickets are FREE for everyone. Book now.
  • Blog Review 42: Lisa Kelly Reviews ‘Imagined Sons’ by Carrie Etter

    Lisa Kelly
    30 Mar 2015 | 8:28 am
    Carrie Etter’s Imagined Sons doesn’t have a jacket that would make me buy the book. It quotes Bernard O’Donoghue: “These are poems of the utmost importance,” while artist Paula Rego’s cover image of St Christina with a swaddled baby on her back is admittedly beautiful, but miserable. Feeling like a recalcitrant pupil having to engage with ‘heavy’ poems I probably won’t enjoy is not an ideal starting point. Flipping to the back cover, however, I am reassured by the smiling face of Etter, a widely-published American expatriate lecturing in creative writing at Bath Spa…
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    Art Comet : Poetry & Literature Blog

  • Giving Praise and Worship to God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost,

    Anthony Souls
    29 Jun 2015 | 9:44 am
    All Glory Belongs to God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost. When I'm in despair. When I'm angry. When I feel lost. When I am confused. When I am going through emotional Chaos. When all has forsake me. When all has turned on me. When everyone tries to rob away from me my contentness and my purpose and my truth and my love and my hope and my joy and my peace, God and Jesus and The Holy Ghost is there to contend for me. There to Love me. There to support me. There to strengthen me. There to Hold me. There to embrace me. There to give me strength. To Give me hope. To Help me throughout whatever is…
  • Happy Father's Day God, The Father of Lights, My Father.

    Anthony Souls
    21 Jun 2015 | 5:02 pm
    Happy Fathers Day God. Even though I miss my earthy father who died. I wish I had him around to talk with about all that I'm currently going through and the trails and tribulations because he added security to my soul. Yet, You are my Father, my Heavenly Father God, and You are above all Fathers. And I almost forgot, but I wanted to wish you a Happy Fathers Day. You've always been there for me through thick and thin. And even though when I feel like I'm losing myself and weakening in my faith. And everything seems to be so hard to hold onto. I know that you sent the rain to comfort me through…
  • If you are reading this Kayla or other family Members of Ashley

    Anthony Souls
    20 Jun 2015 | 9:27 am
    Not sure if Ashley's family subscribed to my RSS Feed and getting my blog updates that way, but if you are seeing this and reading this. It's time to stop all of this madness and evilness and revenge and pain and suffering. There is no reason to do this to Ashley. I came to you guys even when I didn't like what you were doing to Ashley and told the Truth. I never stopped Ashley from contacting you. I never hide important information from you. You need to come forward with he Truth. That your Mother Died.You tell me you want me to believe you guys when you guys lied. I called the nursing home.
  • Please Pray that the Truth will be made Manifest in the Light About my Fiancee's Family.

    Anthony Souls
    19 Jun 2015 | 5:44 pm
    Please pray for my fiancee and myself. I tried to reason with her family. Her mother died. God let us know. But I was willing to talk with her mother if she was alive. But all her family did was lie to me about everything when I called the nursing home. And then they wanted me to trust their word without speaking to her mother about her being alive. Even though, all of the evidence from God and signs from God shows she is dead. Even so, my fiancee just wanted peace of mind, to know that she was doing God's Will and to know the truth. She didn't want her mom dead or her dad. But they wouldn't…
  • Ashley's Family won't let her mom tell her she's not dead.

    Anthony Souls
    19 Jun 2015 | 12:49 pm
    *At the end of this, where my Husband tells my father he is the power to block, guess what? He blocked me from both accounts. It gives me all the proof in the world, my mother is dead. He didnt like that im putting this everywhere. he doesnt care that he hurts me deeply. And if my mother was alive, it would of taken a few minutes or so to block me on her account. But no, it was a mere second afterwards. And he thinks he is getting away with this? Nope. Think again dad.... This isnt over with. It may be online here and such, but God will come soon enough.*Me:This is Anthony. I know I talked to…
 
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    Poet Mom

  • 2015 Summer Reading Series -- Academy of American Poets

    January
    25 Jun 2015 | 9:06 am
    Can't tell you how excited I am about this event hosted by the Academy of American Poets. Hope you can make it!
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    23 Jun 2015 | 6:47 am
    Happy Tuesday folks! Time for confessions.  This is the last full week of school for my kids, so between end-of-school-year activities and little league baseball, we've been busy. ****Congrats to Alex and his teammates for making it to the city championship! They played their hearts and lost to a tough team. Couldn't ask for more than that. Alex starts all-stars soon so the second half of his season begins this week.****The warm weather has restored my soul. But like most New Engenders we're still traumatized from this past winter. Seriously, not a day goes by and I don't flashback…
  • Calliope Reading Series

    January
    15 Jun 2015 | 8:13 am
    Yesterday, I had the pleasure of reading with the Calliope Reading Series at the West Falmouth Library. Such a wonderful group of poets and poetry lovers on the Cape. I read with Barbara Crooker (far left) and Irene Willis with an open mic after. Our poems seem to complement each other, which makes for a fine reading when that happens. Many thanks to Alice Kociemba for putting us together.Irene WillisBarbara CrookerAlice KociembaI brought Alex and Ella with me, which I don't do often when I have to drive more than an hour. It helps that the event was help at a library where they didn't have…
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    9 Jun 2015 | 12:48 pm
    Happy Tuesday, folks. Share a little of yourself with us and we promise to do the same.For Mothers' Day, my mother bought me a camera. So I've been playing around with my new toy every day since. Unfortunately, I can't find the directions. I have no idea what to do besides point and shoot. Here are some pictures of some geese. Or ducks. Geese. I'm not sure what they are. ****A few days ago I was speaking with a friend about our poetry careers. After a bit of a back and forth, my friend asked me, "What do you want?" And while I answered the question, I'm really not sure. It was a question…
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    2 Jun 2015 | 9:37 am
    Happy first week of spring, folks! Well, if you live in New England, it is a rainy and cold 46 degrees on June 2. Tell me again how there's no such thing as climate change?Onto confessions ...****Here's a photo I took of Ella this morning for her PowerPoint presentation on earthworms. First of all, she doing a PowerPoint. Hello, technology. Second, notice she's wearing a winter coat. Ugh. I do love this photo.Well, before Sunday, we had been experiencing unseasonably warm, dry weather. It spoiled me. After the harsh winter--which most of us are still traumatized from--I really though nature…
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  • Shakespeare and Company: Playing the Fool Poetry Prompt

    Heather Eure
    29 Jun 2015 | 5:00 am
    King Lear: Dost thou call me fool, boy? Fool: All thy other titles thou hast given away; that thou wast born with. —William Shakespeare, King Lear It’s been said the purpose of Shakespeare’s fools may have been intended as “an emotional vacation from the more serious business of the main action”  The theatrical Fool also serves as a mediator between the stage and the audience, guiding the spectators along while telling truths. In King Lear, the Fool throws his king some (witty) shade by criticizing and reminding him of the poor decisions he’s carried out. Fool…
  • Loki Goodness Campaign 7: At the Salon

    Sara Barkat
    26 Jun 2015 | 5:00 am
    Sometimes we publish fiction here at Tweetspeak Poetry. And we definitely give a place to student writing. This co-written series qualifies as both. If you’re a fan of The Avengers or the Thor movies, you’ll be more prepared to enjoy The Loki Goodness Campaign. If not, you’ll still recognize a fun story when you see it. For those who don’t follow the Thor and Loki characters, it might suffice to say that Thor is the good guy and Loki is the bad guy. Except? There really are many people who campaign for Loki’s inherent goodness. This phenomenon inspired our student writers to come up…
  • Top 10 Shakespeare Sonnets

    LW Lindquist
    25 Jun 2015 | 5:00 am
    Word on the street (and the English wing of your high school campus) is that William Shakespeare wrote 154 sonnets. Among other things about which I was a little skeptical in literature classes, this number is one of them. Personally, I think he wrote several hundred more. If you’ve ever tried to write a sonnet, you know that more often than not, it doesn’t come out right the first time. Odds are you will at least tinker with it, but more likely there’s a pile of discarded wads of crumpled paper around your wool-stocking’d feet under your writing desk before you ever…
  • Take Your Poet to Work: Anna Akhmatova

    LW Lindquist
    24 Jun 2015 | 5:00 am
    It’s one thing to start every day with a poem. But another altogether to start your day with a poet. One of our favorite days of the year is fast approaching, when we encourage people around the world to take their favorite poet to work for the day. Take Your Poet to Work Day is coming July 15, 2015 To help you play and celebrate with us, we’re releasing poets each week in a compact, convenient format you can tuck in your pocket, tool belt, or lunchbox. We started our celebration two years ago with Sara Teasdale, Pablo Neruda, T. S. Eliot, Rumi, Edgar Allan Poe, and the…
  • Twitter Party: Slivers of Plum at Midnight

    Glynn Young
    23 Jun 2015 | 2:00 am
    It’s been a while since we last hosted a poetry party on Twitter, but it finally happened. Nine poets participated in our most recent Twitter party, responding to prompts by @tspoetry taken from Dave Malone’s (that’s @dzmalone in the vernacular of Twitter) most recent poetry collection, O: Love Songs from the Ozarks. Our review of the collection was posted here at Tweetspeak Poetry back in February. Tweetspeak Poetry was born as a result of series of poetry parties on Twitter. For a while we posted the resulting poems on my personal blog, but finally created a site just for that…
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    cottonbombs

  • Heaven’s Punchline

    cottonbombs
    21 Jun 2015 | 8:44 pm
    I’m hell bent on reaching heaven but not tonight if I get there great if not I gave it my best shot and should I meet the Devil I trust he’s got a better sense of humor than Saint Peter and we’ll laugh at how close I came to making it to paradise.
  • Get Get

    cottonbombs
    9 Jun 2015 | 7:57 pm
    It’s easy to blame past lives for the mistakes of this present life that’s what makes me an optimist it’s not my fault it was my fault I’ll do better starting now I just wish I was a Buddhist so I could believe this shit.
  • Memory Will Forget This, Too

    cottonbombs
    31 May 2015 | 9:41 pm
    In time memory will forget this, too. Hell, one day not even I will remember what I did today. Sure, it all seems so relevant now but now so is fickle if you think now lasts forever you too are a fool drunk on the boilermaker of never and forever which makes us throw up now the spin of the world mixed with the sitting on our ass drinking so much something is happening even when it’s just getting progressively drunk and suddenly sentences are running together and we don’t care so we don’t put a period down even when we think we ought to just out of spite. Weird cause we’re not spiteful…
  • Why I Challenged The Prince To A Dance Off

    cottonbombs
    17 May 2015 | 9:42 pm
    We shit we fuck we love we hate we are all the same we rise to poetry we’ve all peed where we shouldn’t have peed we sink to desperation we lose ourselves to music and to anger we need the sun we build calendars to the moon and to emperors whom we are enslaved to two thousand years dead still we look to the stars we are selfish we are giving we need to need we need to pray knowing our God could be anywhere and everywhere too busy to worry about us today.  
  • Because I Know Nothing

    cottonbombs
    29 Apr 2015 | 10:30 pm
    Because I know everything I know nothing cause Socrates said he knew nothing and he was the smartest of us all and if he knew nothing except the something that he knew nothing really what hope do I have to think I know what I think arrogant bastard me or he cause I think I know more than bloody Socrates.
 
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    Dark Matter

  • Worse

    Tony Brown
    29 Jun 2015 | 9:02 am
    they burn down your ancestral dances and languages or worse, call you by their own names for you and then ask you to teach them those dances so they may dance them badly  in a movie or worse, get rich-busy with your ceremonies, put them out on the street half-assed to pull some commercial duty or worse,  take it all away only to flush back upon you mostly dead pieces of what you once had and tell you to make a home there so you do, and there are moments of drum-happy and meth-sad, time’s as mixed  as the dogs who cur and mutt your dirt streets and you say it could be better or worse,…
  • Quick note

    Tony Brown
    29 Jun 2015 | 7:43 am
    I know there’s been little new stuff here lately — a combination of being really busy with my business and being somewhat under the weather with a nasty cold/respiratory thing.  I’m healing, but will likely take the next week or so off to catch up on some other things and be back up to speed on July 6th.  Please feel free to peruse and read back archives till then, and be well.  Thanks for reading.
  • Exiles

    Tony Brown
    25 Jun 2015 | 6:56 pm
    A wild guitar sings from a dark corner of a deep porch. A defiant song shifts gears, gathers voices, challenges for primacy as my neighborhood offers a show of slow rebellion. To stay alive for long here is to be in full revolt simply by existing. To stay alive here is to have hard, hard work  always in progress. The ones who do live here? I don’t know if they would say they are thriving, though in the midst of despair,  they do not despair. They  don’t know how to despair. A wild guitar sings of this, ringing from a dark corner of a deep, crowded porch —  I…
  • Without Reins

    Tony Brown
    24 Jun 2015 | 7:37 pm
    Originally posted 11/8/2013. Abandon and joyhave pulled the bit from your mouth;you’ve begun to dream without reins. The broken bell of your body chimes. Sing to us of the failing ring of its last note and of the ear cupped to catch it before it’s gone forever. Then sing the return, the rebirth,the orbit swinging ’round. Sing the bloom gone to seed, the seed gone to fire. Sing us a blue-throated love song,a dense jewel  in full sun glinting; a dark-tattooed work song, gospel of opening, echo of pure belonging. Sing the emblem  of circularity, the zero;sing its…
  • The Cold

    Tony Brown
    22 Jun 2015 | 6:53 pm
    My raw throat converts breath to fire: no, not with poems — I’m sick tonight and it burns to inhale. Every third breath draws a cough that carves me up. I’m not ready to die from a cold, of course,  but at my age every illness feels like a flag for a caution lap; you can’t shake off what you used to. Slow down, take as many laps as needed before coming back to the line at full speed. Where’s that green flag when you want it? No, not for poems, not tonight.  I’ll settle for sleeping then waking up tomorrow and then we’ll see about changing the…
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    Psalms and Psychoses

  • Images of Los Angeles California

    Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
    5 Jun 2015 | 3:28 pm
    The post Images of Los Angeles California appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • The Government Hand in Hollywood

    Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
    4 May 2015 | 4:19 pm
    The Government Hand in Hollywood ft. Lenon Honor - Lenon Honor interviewed on Freeman TV addressing the "Global Motion Picture Stage" The post The Government Hand in Hollywood appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Am I a Voice Among Truth Seekers, or a Noise Among the Masses?

    Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
    13 Apr 2015 | 3:38 pm
    While having a conversation with a friend about the coming economic collapse, the petrodollar, Monsanto, and the current state of the world in general, I was struck. The post Am I a Voice Among Truth Seekers, or a Noise Among the Masses? appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • The Wild Goats of the Rock – Epic Instrumental Music

    Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
    10 Apr 2015 | 9:11 am
    The post The Wild Goats of the Rock – Epic Instrumental Music appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
  • Photos of Intramuros

    Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
    10 Mar 2015 | 1:52 pm
    Built by the Spanish as a fortress in the 16th century and then used as a prison by the Japanese during WWII, Intramuros is almost as haunting as it is beautiful. The walls are colored with age, the floors are covered with the pressure of the thousands of pairs of feet that walked on it, both the booted and the barefooted. The post Photos of Intramuros appeared first on Psalms and Psychoses.
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    DaPhunkeeProfessor.com

  • POEM: Progress?

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    27 Jun 2015 | 3:18 pm
    My feelings about the flag coming down in SC & Alabama are the same as my feelings about the legalization of gay marriage:I'm wondering why I'm not getting any comments from my right-wing friends about his past issues with the law and drug dealing?Hmmm...A nice gesture and distractions from the more pressing issues surrounding race relations and homophobia in America.We've been under the thumb so long, that the smallest victories are seen as huge. Kinda like the excitement my formerly incarcerated colleagues felt when they could buy Ramen Noodles and Slim Jims from the canteen.So, about…
  • a GEEKDOM Tribute To A Soul Singer: R.I.P. Mr Percy Sledge

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    16 Apr 2015 | 11:50 am
    Percy Sledge in 2012 at the Houston House of Blues.Tuesday, we've lost one of the great, architectural voices of soul music. Mr Percy Sledge passed today at the age of 74.A No. 1 hit in 1966, “When a Man Loves a Woman” was Sledge’s debut single, an almost unbearably heartfelt ballad with a resonance he never approached again. Few singers could have. Its mood set by a mournful organ and dirge-like tempo, “When a Man Loves a Woman” was for many the definitive soul ballad, a testament of blinding, all-consuming love haunted by fear and graced by overwhelming emotion.“When a Man Loves…
  • Producer's Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt. 6

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    11 Mar 2015 | 2:23 pm
    A little more flavor in the pot from EddieAn element in the novel MUMBO JUMBO, by Ishmael Reed is a virus called Jes Grew that causes white people to become obsessed with Black culture. According to the text, it's the cause of the roaring 20's and the jazz age. America, being a segregated nation at it's roots, has a curious habit of categorizing music to the extent that they segregate music from itself. Also having a cultural addiction to exploitation, musical forms can be co-opted from their originators and the history re-written. Much of American music is rooted in the African and…
  • Producer's Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt 5

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    20 Feb 2015 | 4:54 pm
    When bass players rock the drums...With any favorite dish, it's the seasonings that make the flavors of the main ingredients stand out. Seasoning and spice is that fine detail in a recipe that can make it or break it. For a funk and soul recording, the percussion tracks are the seasoning. You can change the entire feel and mood of a song based on what percussion you use and how it's played. Something as simple as a tambourine, cowbell or conga drum can become the difference between a classic hit records and a dud.In these days of electronica, percussion tracks are usually samples and…
  • Good Bye to A Gifted & Caring Educator: Dr Paul E Reisch

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    16 Feb 2015 | 2:22 pm
    Dr Reisch from the 1986 M&A Yearbook... they misspelled his nameThere is a subtle difference between a teacher and an educator. A teacher teaches, imparts knowledge and information about how do do something. An educator does the same except what they teach you are things that can carry over to other areas and aspects of your life. An educator elevates you and your consciousness by inspiring critical thought about a given topic or the world around you in general.Such can be said about Dr Paul Reisch, a former faculty member and alum of LaGuardia High School of the Arts in New York City,…
 
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    Miklos Arany

  • Blood Feather

    MA
    29 Jun 2015 | 7:34 am
    Born here, born to soar like light, Ocean below hurled against the long grey rock, Born here without wings.
  • Transiency

    MA
    18 Jun 2015 | 10:36 am
    Meaning is a body after the spirit has flown, An empty answer to the ever-questing of desire, Time unravelling and the cosmos undone, Everything for an instant and then not at all.
  • Sometimes Heart

    MA
    10 Jun 2015 | 9:26 pm
    Sometimes the heart is a coil of shadow And a chain of light, an open wound And drifting snow; sometimes we have Each other, and sometimes we hold Nothing but too little time and hunger. I’ve been to sand and sea, to rivers dry And overflown, fallen and flown in flesh And the dream of the dawn that is coming. Somehow, somehow I now stand here Alone at a crossing like hangmen and Scales, everyone blind, everyone wanting And every cup empty, miraculous dust.
  • Exhortation

    MA
    29 May 2015 | 4:12 pm
    shadows dive — ides of marches unlit, borderlands beyond reach beneath the wings of swallows most of all is hesitation, life without impulse, still water even in deep riverbeds of fear and desire heat buried under ash race in
  • Letter to Myself

    MA
    5 May 2015 | 10:50 pm
    Remember when you miss the thrill of angry flight That it is always winged by anger and followed by A fall that has no end but being broken on the rocks. Remember balance, the symmetries of affection, And the small weights that lend you equilibrium. Remember the deep cycles of discontent, drowning On dry land in the open air, and take the burden Of a life raft, irritating and inconvenient but buoyant When you boat risks sinking and the rocks loom Large and jagged as the night with its illusion of Endless dark and final cold, predators all around. You can learn to sleep again, and even dream.
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    Bechdel Babes

  • Misogyny in Hip-hop: In defence of Nicki Minaj

    rheaviewmirror
    6 Jun 2015 | 2:28 am
    I recently went to an Emerging Writers Festival event called ‘Amazing Babes’ where I heard a fantastic speech about feminism and hip hop, which mirrored many of my views on the subject. Hip-hop… Continue reading →
  • Chinese Takeaway

    rheaviewmirror
    3 Jun 2015 | 3:24 am
    He makes jokes about airplane jelly Drool flecks The corner of his mouth Clawed hands Scuttle across the vast expanse Of laminated menus Leaving streaks of grime A duck carcass Hangs from the… Continue reading →
  • Fly-by-night

    rheaviewmirror
    2 Jun 2015 | 3:40 am
    Smoke trails//entrails Concrete mystery meat Bulimic Buddha Bobbleheads Bounce to the beat Dashboard Jesus with a soul patch & crown of barbed wire. Truckers have amphetamine dreams of beauty queens Fever dreams//Beaver dreams… Continue reading →
  • Poetry Series

    Bechdel Babes
    31 May 2015 | 11:39 pm
      Michael studies Literature, and is a fan of birds, coffee and Dostoevsky. In his spare time, he hangs out with Kanye and does car commercials in Japan.
  • Misandry, MRAs and the Myth of ‘Female Privilege’

    rheaviewmirror
    31 May 2015 | 8:13 pm
    ‘Shut up and sit down. Women like you should be raped into submission.’ This is an actual reply I received when I commented on an article online which equated feminism with man hating (something… Continue reading →
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    Poetic Hope

  • Poetic Thoughts to Start Your Week

    29 Jun 2015 | 4:51 pm
    This poem is as much about a goal I have worked on most of my life as it is about trying to push to a higher ground. To me it is almost borders on the edge of being a prayer but at the same time is just a simple thought directed towards myself. It is a call to hold to the strength that lets me carry on and soothing words to mend my weary soul.To Steady the Weary StanceRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Monday Morning Thoughts

    29 Jun 2015 | 6:03 am
    I hope this gives you something to think about.I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Expressions of Love

    27 Jun 2015 | 6:15 am
    At one point in time I hated poems that were forced into a specific format. I don't know that I can say I hated or disliked it before but I am actually starting to like these shorter poems. They contain a simplistic power that almost draws me in. She BreathesRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Painting Love

    26 Jun 2015 | 6:13 pm
    This poem explores the idea of how you continue to love someone and build them up even when you start to get to the end of your abilities. My Longing to LoveRead more »I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
  • Friday Morning Thoughts

    26 Jun 2015 | 6:09 am
    I hope this gives you something to think about.I now have two compilation volumes available. You can find them here http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Simple-Request-Poems/dp/1507658028 http://www.amazon.com/Poets-Heart-Love-Poems/dp/1492992933
 
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    A Blog By Rohan Bhardwaj

  • Why Banana Is The Best Thing Since Sliced Bread?

    rohan bhardwaj
    26 Jun 2015 | 2:04 am
    Banana is a fruit who shares a love-hate relation with many of us. Gym goers are well versed with the usage of banana as the best source for energy and body building. For rest of us, I am here to wake you up and shout in your ears to have one banana a day.Some stay its sticky, not much of a great taste and not appealing. Dare and say it to me. Beyond everything banana is sweet and you can't ignore a fruit-cum-berry which is sweet.Unless you are biologically allergic to banana's there is no reason for you to not consume this heavenly fruit. Lets dig it's benefits.Read more » ©…
  • How To Use Credit Card Efficiently?

    rohan bhardwaj
    21 Jun 2015 | 11:33 pm
    Credit cards are something we all want, but once we have it, we very soon go debt of it. As lucrative it may seem to you, it has its advantages and disadvantages.Before diving into details, you need to first understand the need of yours. Most of us would need credit card, simply because you own one, don't go ahead and start using it. Have a control and use it the way it brings more happiness to you.I have enlisted 7 awesome ways to get your credit card in good usage. Lets explore it.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • Quick Tips To Save Money For Kid

    rohan bhardwaj
    16 Jun 2015 | 7:13 am
    Saving money is our ultimate goal, it is the added security for the unseen future. All of us do it, but we do that  for ourselves and make some share for our children from it.How about saving something differently for them?Having a structured approach in financial planning often saves us the trouble in later years. Being a parent, we keep on pushing ourselves for the expenses which doesn't seems to stop. Let us get prepared for it now, and save money as a parent, analyzing present and future.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • How To Plan, Twist And Execute?

    rohan bhardwaj
    10 Jun 2015 | 6:21 am
    Gaining the knowledge to succeed can make a big difference when you are lost. We all do planning and execute the same too. However we often lose, our methods might have some loophole. There is the mentality with us, that when we lose we keep pushing ourselves.Instead we need to stop, analyze and re-plan to grow. What do we plan for? We do planning at every stage of our life, from high school to work to business.Are you willing to absorb the ideas, then dive in and lets explore the twisted approach, relevant in all aspect.Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
  • A Poem On Growth

    rohan bhardwaj
    4 Jun 2015 | 6:12 am
    Each day we tend to be successful, grow our value and get lazy in the end. Yes, we often try to be more productive and achieve infinitely with only limited work. Our vision defines us, our willingness to get to our target will help us in bridging the gap.Now, imagine 10 years down the line, do you find yourself in better situation, if you think you will, rethink and take some advice from your peers.They might have already done what you did, but still no success. So how do you grow?Read more » © copyright 2014 – All rights reserved rohanbhardwaj.com
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    Powerful Views

  • Thank You Dear Rains!

    Karan Gandhi
    19 Jun 2015 | 9:57 am
    Drip and drop They just won’t stop Mounts and hill-tops Experience your slop! You come down as grace With drips on our face Your descent from space On all cultures and race! Plants and the trees You mask with your breeze Cold winds at the seas They result in a sneeze! The pakodas and tea Are the happiness key You charge us no fee For our pleasure and glee! Massive are your blessings In God-sent evenings Savoring and relaxing Your presence so calming! Both, poets and authors Are inspired by your showers The earth receives answers Through rains and its waters! Our hearts so long To sing your…
  • Thank you so much

    Karan Gandhi
    29 May 2015 | 9:19 pm
    Dear Friends, I am overwhelmed with your appreciation on articles and poems posted on this blog. Your encouragement means a lot to me, and inspires me to write more. Today, I’d like to introduce you to my website http://karangandhi.org/. While the blog has a collection of my poems, views and reviews; the new website is primarily covering Perspectives & Thoughts on Leadership, Human Capital Management, Strategy, Learning & Self Improvement. I hope that you relish reading this website as much as you enjoyed my blog. A few articles posted on the website are: Attitude of Gratitude…
  • You’re a Golden Sun

    Karan Gandhi
    20 May 2015 | 9:49 am
    Your golden rays, They always amaze No words to praise, Your supernatural glaze. You light our dawn, A new day’s born We finish our yawns At the sunny green lawns. You continually slog Be it mist or fog, No attention you hog What a thankless job! These mountains and skies They shine through your eyes, The lows & the highs You bestow at sun-rise. You bless us with heat Your glimmer so neat, In by-lanes & streets You confer so sweet. Red, orange and yellow They unite to say hello, Your touch so mellow You’re a jolly-good fellow! During monsoons and winters We miss your splinters,…
  • The Wooden Ledge

    Karan Gandhi
    18 Apr 2015 | 5:29 am
    I stood at the edge Of a wooden ledge, Gazing in infinity Looking for divinity! My attention drew To the mountain blue, Time swiftly flew In the scenic view! The lush green trees The enchanting breeze, Life got me to freeze That moment I seized! I don’t want to go Back to the show, I coveted the glow Those moments to grow! I wanted to stay With nature play, Away from the fray Underneath the rays! With responsibilities steep And commitments to keep, I sat in my jeep It was time to sleep! I looked up high To the transparent skies, With tears in my eyes I said good bye! I’ll surely return…
  • What Color Am I?

    Karan Gandhi
    6 Mar 2015 | 5:23 am
                  What color am I? I blinked an eye Can you notice the hue Do you have any clue?   Come close and see You must look at me Come discern my shade Look what’s portrayed.   You’re green he said No, you are red He’s blue someone shouted It’s yellow undoubted!   They grumbled they fought Their heads went hot They quarreled and teased Their opponents squeezed.   I looked with dismay They were immersed in fray Not ready to blink They just wouldn’t think!   I prayed, please halt It’s all my fault! Come close,…
 
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    Amazing World of Poetry

  • Two guides of life (Part 2)

    29 Jun 2015 | 6:06 am
    The second guide had hair of sunshine. His bright garment was crafty thought of heavens. His eyes reflected cloudless spaces of the sky.He said:" Go with me! I will lead you on the thorny narrow way.Subdue your will to me and be my slave. Be patient and carry every day heavy burdens of obedience. Listen to my messengers and share with them  your possessions. Feel constant guilt and never have true comfort.Rely on worthless words of ruthless divine mind.Groan daily under iron yoke of oppression and wait for the day when…
  • Two guides of life (Part 1)

    27 Jun 2015 | 8:37 am
    Two guides of life appear before the inner eyes of my soul. The first was dark-haired, clothed in black. His coal-fired eyes irradiated depth of goodness and eternal rebellion against righteous injustice. He said: "Go with me, I will lead you on the wide road that looks like narrow way  in the perception of those who fear immortal pit of continuation. Authority of Spirit is in your heart. Do not listen to the external counselors of lies. Be yourself. Do not give up your…
  • Green Civilization of Moss

    25 Jun 2015 | 5:06 am
     On the birch stamp  little moss created its green civilization.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
  • Symptoms of evil

    22 Jun 2015 | 9:41 am
     Fake image of righteousness, corruption in mind,  phantasm of goodness in the greedy heart.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
  • Tomb of the Last Owl

    18 Jun 2015 | 9:21 am
     The last owl is dead. Its tomb became sacred place for "humane" destroyers of environment.This work by Igor Marinovsky is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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  • Places in Time

    L.M. Frank
    26 Jun 2015 | 5:21 pm
    Places in Time Where do you hear the footsteps as you wander in the darkness do you see her as she runs and can you stop her if you try. Will a slap across the mouth be enough to kill the spirit will more be recommended if you want to make her die. What is coming if you listen where are you in endless water can you hear the restless squirrels as they scrounge the scrawny ground. Do you feel the broken ocean and the plates beneath the dirt can you see if you close your ears the mountains falling down. Where are you if things blow over will you watch them will you go if you see a fire in the…
  • Last Tuesday

    L.M. Frank
    26 Jun 2015 | 5:20 pm
    Last Tuesday She crossed herself and laid in a grave, waiting for the diggers to come and cover her up again. 
  • What Happened

    L.M. Frank
    26 Jun 2015 | 5:19 pm
    What Happened It was wonderful, For just a few seconds, I very nearly ceased to exist. 
  • All the Advice that Fits on a Page and a Lifetime

    L.M. Frank
    19 Jun 2015 | 2:54 pm
    All the Advice that Fits on a Page and a Lifetime The flat edge of a pencil Is as good a weapon as any. Unless you’d like to kill someone, In which case, It is a weapon inferior to most. You see, The flat edge of a pencil Is very good for wounding souls, But if you’d like to stop the noise, You’d do better with a gun.
  • Decay

    L.M. Frank
    14 Jun 2015 | 7:17 am
    DecayThere are blue greens behind the window Hissing at the snakes The paint splatters on the streaking panes Birth the bleeding rakes Smile if you’d like to hear A joke about the green Blue-bodied babies break apart As their brains cease to dream Tired-tiny toddlers, tickle themselves pinkTheir little bodies are decaying, or can’t you smell the stink? 
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    Confessions of a Forced Extrovert

  • Haiku #10

    29 Jun 2015 | 10:43 am
    The kebab wasn't cooked properly, So I complained and left the table. Outside, the beggar didn't eat for five days.
  • Haiku #9

    27 Jun 2015 | 7:28 am
    Slaves, plagues, dreams, Canaan, Gods and Kings. Wake up Moshe!
  • Facebook Relationship Status: It's Complicated

    26 Jun 2015 | 11:58 pm
    My Facebook Relationship Status says "In a relationship and it's complicated." Nothing to worry about guys, its simply hand cramp.
  • Haiku #8

    26 Jun 2015 | 8:49 pm
    Beautiful faces, Love is for you. I am forever lonely.
  • Haiku #7

    26 Jun 2015 | 8:48 pm
    I won, Justice is served. Karma smiled somewhere.
 
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