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  • A Letter by Amrita Pritam

    Poem of the Day
    Poetry Foundation
    31 Aug 2014 | 11:00 pm
    by Amrita Pritam
  • Phoenix to host 2014 World Poetry Slam

    Poetry News
    1 Sep 2014 | 6:06 pm
    Phoenix is welcoming 72 poets from around the world and countless fans to the 2014 Individual World Poetry Slam beginning Wednesday, October 8. The three-day competition and arts festival will include discussions, workshops, open mics, and poetry showcases made possible by the Arizona Humanities Council.
  • Lyrics

    bentlily
    Samantha Reynolds
    1 Sep 2014 | 1:58 am
    I listen from upstairs as your dad plays guitar and you offer to write some lyrics you tell him it will be a song about a princess who flies through the air trying to catch a whale so she can eat it your dad tells you it sounds like a pretty nutty song you agree so you add a part where she cooks it first.
  • Ragan Fox - Sex Ed

    IndieFeed: Performance Poetry
    1 Sep 2014 | 12:00 am
    Ragan Fox on IndieFeed Performance Poetry.  Show number 1382.
  • wages within

    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku
    Wade Kwon
    31 Aug 2014 | 10:00 pm
    The value of work rises and falls, not with the times but with the souls. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
 
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    Poetry News

  • Phoenix to host 2014 World Poetry Slam

    1 Sep 2014 | 6:06 pm
    Phoenix is welcoming 72 poets from around the world and countless fans to the 2014 Individual World Poetry Slam beginning Wednesday, October 8. The three-day competition and arts festival will include discussions, workshops, open mics, and poetry showcases made possible by the Arizona Humanities Council.
  • Poets, artists unite By The Sea

    1 Sep 2014 | 2:28 pm
    A special poetry/art event will be held Saturday, Sept. 13, from 6:30 to 8:30 p.m. at Gallery By The Sea, Main Street/Route 131 in the village.
  • Taslima Nasreen gets one-year visa, till August 2015

    1 Sep 2014 | 10:47 am
    A file photo of writer Taslima Nasreen during the launch of her first poetry collection in Hindi 'Mujhe Dena Aur Prem', in New Delhi.
  • Of kings, prophets and a monkey

    1 Sep 2014 | 7:01 am
    Elliot Ziwira @ the Bookstore Musaemura Zimunya's collection of poems "Perfect Poise and other Poems" explores the analogy that exists between politics and religion on the one hand, and politics, religion and life on the other.
  • 18th Poetry Africa International Festival in October

    1 Sep 2014 | 3:15 am
    The Centre for Creative Arts , with principal funding from the City of Durban and the Department of Arts and Culture invites Durban's creative and undiscovered poets to take part in the festival Prelude Poets programme as part of the 18th Poetry Africa International Festival, taking place from 13-18 October 2014.
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  • Lyrics

    Samantha Reynolds
    1 Sep 2014 | 1:58 am
    I listen from upstairs as your dad plays guitar and you offer to write some lyrics you tell him it will be a song about a princess who flies through the air trying to catch a whale so she can eat it your dad tells you it sounds like a pretty nutty song you agree so you add a part where she cooks it first.
  • Vulnerability

    Samantha Reynolds
    31 Aug 2014 | 11:32 am
    Concrete rooms are safe but lonely she says and the wisdom lands in my lap like a live thing rolling around me giddy and new but like a back flip explaining it is not enough so I tug a shape of words from my belly but they are not the right ones they are pale and small it is harder than I thought to be vulnerable perhaps it is not to dig and share your weaknesses but to dive from the highest spot yelling out your wants.
  • Your affection for noses

    Samantha Reynolds
    30 Aug 2014 | 1:55 am
    There is something generous in the way your little mouth opens tongue reaching to receive it you are repelled by none of them not the big ones or the snotty ones the oily or the old there is a steadiness to your choice your eyes show no emotion saying simply this is a nose and I am going to lick it and the effect is the same they blush all of them giggling at how sloopy it feels at the unexpected tenderness of the embrace.
  • Fizzle

    Samantha Reynolds
    29 Aug 2014 | 1:23 am
    You sit on the chair eating cheese and watching The Sound of Music which I let you do for longer than I’d planned because you keep saying I love this part even though you haven’t seen it before and then you turn to me with a funny look and tell me mama, my feet are starting to fizzle which I almost tell you are called pins and needles and I almost tell you it’s because you haven’t moved for ages but I realize that it’s exactly what it feels like so I rub them while we watch until the end.
  • Wolf spider

    Samantha Reynolds
    28 Aug 2014 | 1:55 am
    If they didn’t want us to be scared of them they shouldn’t have called them wolf spiders I know you can relate as I sit here stalked by an obstacle course of overturned cups each one harboring a shadow my tea is cold and I am suspicious and itchy and then there is the one that got away feathery stain scuttling under the couch it was his lightness that was the most harrowing the way he seemed to crawl without touching the ground I can’t stop thinking about him howling his revenge in the dark.
 
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    Wade on Birmingham » Daily Haiku

  • wages within

    Wade Kwon
    31 Aug 2014 | 10:00 pm
    The value of work rises and falls, not with the times but with the souls. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the last pitch

    Wade Kwon
    30 Aug 2014 | 10:00 pm
    The mascot danced in place. The ballboys collected their gear. The crowd stood. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • dali’s smartwatch

    Wade Kwon
    29 Aug 2014 | 10:00 pm
    His conception of time warped with the urgency of the text message. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • the options of a consumer society

    Wade Kwon
    28 Aug 2014 | 10:00 pm
    Aisles of colors and sizes and brands and options to bloat the landfill. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
  • everyone sweats

    Wade Kwon
    28 Aug 2014 | 11:20 am
    Picture of this guy sweating, this lady sweating, everyone sweating. Read more haiku. Subscribe via RSS to Wade’s Daily Haiku. Or have it delivered daily by e-mail.
 
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    Surroundings

  • Six Poets at the Fruitmarket Gallery 2014

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

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

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

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

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

  • Young island poet to address Ban Ki-moon climate summit

    1 Sep 2014 | 5:09 pm
    A young female poet from the Marshall Islands has been selected to address an audience including more than 100 heads of state at the opening ceremony of the U.N. secretary-general's climate change summit later this month.Link!
  • Woman Scream ® turns 5!

    1 Sep 2014 | 3:00 am
    Woman Scream International Poetry Festival reaches its fifth anniversary next March 2015, and we want to make a special tribute to a group of heroines’ initiators of this social mission we have assumed with respect, courage and pride since 2011. http://www.gritodemujer.com http://womanscream.blogspot.com
  • 18th Poetry Africa International Festival in October

    1 Sep 2014 | 2:53 am
    Poetry News: The Centre for Creative Arts , with principal funding from the City of Durban and the Department of Arts and Culture invites Durban's creative and undiscovered poets to take part in the festival Prelude Poets programme as part of the 18th Poetry Africa International Festival, taking place from 13-18 October 2014.Link!
  • Dream Theories Discussed in Rita Hawi's New Book

    1 Sep 2014 | 2:52 am
    Poetry News: ... now lives in Israel. She works with diamonds and gemstones because she enjoys the energies of stones. She won several poetry contests and a song writing contest. Her first poem, "My Evening Walk," came from a dream. Trafford Publishing, an Author ...Link!
  • Book review: Philip Larkin

    31 Aug 2014 | 1:08 pm
    Poetry News: ... says James Booth in the introduction to this new biography. An understatement in both cases. Actually, Larkin's poetry is loved more and more as the years go by - increasingly including the poems not collected or published during his lifetime. It ...Link!
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    IEPI

  • Sor Juana revisitada en una edición crítica de lujo

    28 Aug 2014 | 7:30 am
    https://www.facebook.com/events/550836391712245/
  • 24 May 2014 | 10:47 pm

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

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

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

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

  • Jerome Rothenberg & John Bloomberg-Rissman: from the Pre-Face to Barbaric Vast & Wild (Poems for the Millennium, volume 5)

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

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

    Jerome Rothenberg
    24 Aug 2014 | 6:06 am
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  • Nakahara Chuya: Four Poems Newly Englished

    Jerome Rothenberg
    20 Aug 2014 | 4:48 am
    Translations from Japanese by Jerome Rothenberg & Yasuhiro Yotsumoto [The project to translate Nakahara Chuya into English continued recently (July 2014) with a meeting in Yamaguchi, Japan, of a number of interested poets & translators – plans to be announced.  My own collaborative work with Yasuhiro Yotsumoto will hopefully continue from this point onward, for which the following poems & comments are only a beginning.  (J.R.)]“A BONE”Look at this, it’s my bone,a tip of bone torn from its flesh,filthy, filled up with woes,it’s the days of our livessticking…
  • Harris Lenowitz: from Jacob Frank’s The Words of the Lord

    Jerome Rothenberg
    16 Aug 2014 | 6:00 am
    At the death bed of Jacob Frank 1791Translation from the Polish Manuscripts by Harris Lenowitz note. As a time of growing dislocations & deconstructions, the eighteenth-century saw changes of mind that reached into isolated corners of Europe, far removed from the strongholds of both the Enlightenment & the “natural supernaturalism” & radical mysticisms that were among  the marks of an emerging Romanticism.  The messianic Frankist movement as it affected eastern European Jews involved, like its literary & western counterparts, a shift in language & its…
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    Wild Horses Of Fire

  • Telegenically Dead

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

    Thom Donovan
    18 Aug 2014 | 6:01 am
    https://www.facebook.com/prattwritingmfa
  • Cassandra Troyan's Kill Manual (blurb)

    Thom Donovan
    17 Aug 2014 | 10:04 am
    http://artificebooks.com/kill.htmlWhat does the masochist have to teach us—about subjectivity, and capitalism, and feminism, and the possibility of a post-sovereign existence? Using online classifieds ads, and chatrooms, and email as her theater, Cassandra Troyan interrogates the dynamics of power (and sex as an extension of power) that structure our world. Where to maintain a self, to fortify one’s ego, is actually where the problem lies ('I can’t wait to get away from myself'). And where the constraint and humiliation of the masochist produces the promise of a world beyond the control…
  • All the poems I have not written

    Thom Donovan
    15 Aug 2014 | 8:17 am
    All the poems I have not writtenSince last summer are for Joss Whedon, Doug Ashford, Suzanne Lacy, and Brandon BrownIn the mood of confessional In the mood of withdrawalDisagreeing with your Aesthetic politics againTalk go thru usDisagreeing with your ethicsI want to danceIf I started crying It would not stopThe world continues to endWhat these tears can’t endSynching this apocalypse with what we really wantWords can do things after all if we let themA word is worth a thousand gesturesElegies for everything that won’t keep moving capitalI would like to write one sentenceAs affectively…
  • Plan

    Thom Donovan
    1 Aug 2014 | 2:26 am
    Cast out she makes a planTaking form in the mouth like voiceOutruns our mouths therefore thouArt vocoded, transliteratedAcross the ocean, acrossAnother threshold the dead only knowThe baby never not in your armsThe sweet never not in her mouthOf the bees and their forgivenessOf this intentional critique, motherfuckerShe makes a plan and carries out this planTo become a real girlShe makes a planAll one can do is plan and studyBut anger burns beneath the things we doBeneath the prayer of routine.
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    A window Within Myself

  • Unforgettable Woman

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

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

    7 Jul 2014 | 3:25 am
    Have you ever been handed over a baby and was given a task to take care of it at young age. Well 20 for me was young age and there I was an assistant teacher in Al Noor Centre for children with Disability. There he was glittering eyes angelic face , tiny body with of weight of a leaf. So tiny in size, his body age was 1 year child. He was 7 years old. That is Adnan when he arrived the first time at school a child with cerebral palsy. He was born with a physical disability, all I knew back then Adnan has physical disability that you could not even put him in a wheelchair. His bone were so…
  • Clenched

    23 Jun 2014 | 3:13 am
    The pain is tangledClenched so tightReleasing is a dream This pain resists Dwelling within pettinessYet to unlet go Takes hands of your soul To safely untie What once has been forgottenSimple Happiness
  • When Literature Heals: Nasra Al Adawi’s

    23 Jun 2014 | 3:03 am
    Book Review When Literature Heals: Nasra Al Adawi’s Brave Faces Nasra Al Adawi, Brave Faces: The Daring Stand Against Cancer. Muscat: Oman Printers, 2007. Unlike many writers who define literary creativity as a mere outlet for détente and self-indulgence, or perhaps an escape from the self and its unbearable limitations and frustrations, Nasra Al Adawi, an emerging poet from the Sultanate of Oman, can be confidently ranked among engaged writers who use their literary talent as a vehicle for altruistic expression and as an effective inspirational conduit for reaching out to those who need…
 
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    Sad Poems

  • Simpler Science

    31 Aug 2014 | 8:56 pm
    thieves enough she ventured. given the downward trajectory of the sun. earnest puzzle pieces undeterred by reason. she wondered how. as the circumstance consumed her. she toyed with why as it happened. the clumsiness of life. each existence ruthlessly absorbed by a relentless invasion of moments. pages resolved to the standard poisons. with little resistance. this awkward affair between intellect and skin. loose scabs flaunting all their glorious infections.  urgent faces coming into focus. hungry actors drowning in the famine of their audience. reluctant gunshots negotiating stubborn…
  • Quiet Monsters

    24 Aug 2014 | 8:52 pm
    the grey walls melted into the fading sun. spawning daring bridges in the shadows. her thoughts stumbling. vacant and engorged. swaying footholds in the fists of gravity. the black roads swelled beneath her wheels. hills surging like waves. her most exquisite grief. effortlessly hijacked by the coarse bark of time and distance. he didn't ask. she didn't offer. a hollow transaction between empty bodies. not far at all it seemed to her. years in seconds. miles in inches. the steady creak of churning gears. the beautifully broken song of living. repetition knows us. fragments of when. pieces of…
  • Smuggling the Wind

    21 Aug 2014 | 8:57 pm
    stale villains adjust their weapons. distant targets move further away. the empty wars that pretend to know. a way to win. the callous formula of skin. resolves to her caress. another balloon lost to gravity's fickle embrace. another dead man trying on his running shoes. perhaps too long. since last i met with those familiar shadows. maybe too easy to pretend that the distance can be measured. the harsh linear resolves. to awkward silence and impulsive bargains. both hungry and generous in the art of surrender. chased by colors that will never be ours. lost is soft. lost is hard. all fairy…
  • Melting Ice

    13 Aug 2014 | 8:50 pm
    it was slow. soft music below the skin. curdling. going sour. it was sudden. the missing sun. the stubborn rain. shapeless mannequins. dancing in black windows.empathy resolves. as it often will. to the smaller scars. the lesser wounds. acceptance is all incredulous mirrors. and shit on our shoes. every direction is wrong. the wind swallows the path. the journey is a liar. the distance is a thief. only tomorrow remembers us. crazed acrobats in time's infinite circus. fearless clowns that let the pain get close enough. where it goes. where it came from. hurt remains the only bridge. Copyright…
  • 9 Miles

    10 Aug 2014 | 8:48 pm
    idle temptations. everything is so far away. I am seduced by the horizon.  Yet betrayed by the distance. The water surrounds us. It always has. I've only just begun to notice how shallow our prison. it's the end of the world. it always is. everything is burnt matches and cigarette butts. I asked him why. he didn't understand. his words snake bites. bits of poison to steal some blood. and leave me spoiling for a cure. he asked me why. i couldn't answer. just crayons and condoms making their art from our panicked detours. all creases and smudges. as skin gives way to reason. the nervous…
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    anachronizms

  • mmccxxiv

    1 Sep 2014 | 6:06 pm
    Friday morning,my blue iFood(thanks, Otto)sits steamingnext to a red notebook recharging
  • mmccxxiii

    31 Aug 2014 | 7:12 pm
    40 minutes on treadmill1.5 mile run at 6.5 mphuphill to the 35 minute markmake Hamburger Helper(1st time in 35 yrs?)exercise: 40 minutes on treadmill1.3 mile run, uphill, total 3 milesthen riding bike easily for 20 minutes
  • mmccxxii

    30 Aug 2014 | 11:09 am
    optical illusioncan’t fit into thestory anymorebut yet it’s impossibleto display on a single page.  with what...complexity... this day-to-day.
  • mmccxxi

    29 Aug 2014 | 7:50 am
    small town with a huge marquee.water and sewer superintendent of the 20th century.  star football player enters dramatic theatricalforay: plays lead male in senior playopposite gramma.  whom he barelyknew.  except with whom he had (for a variety of unrelated reasons, reportedly) often found himself red-faced in argument.  dapper red-faceoften contorted into a look of utterbewilderment.  could skew more atstupefaction.  for numerous reasons.but who, gramma, in the play, wouldsay something (more strict from thescript but, pointing finger, to the tune of) ‘i’m…
  • mmccxx

    27 Aug 2014 | 11:26 pm
    Yes I’m a maniac when I’m touching the earth.            —Hardwell (from Call Me A Spaceman)extra shrimp dumplings.  a little joke, but true.  wewere truly schnookered.[return carriage]
 
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    Chicano Poet

  • 15 Aug 2014 | 3:00 pm

    15 Aug 2014 | 3:00 pm
    Starcke ParkHow it wasthat Starcke Parkplayed such a rolein the music of her pantieslike the wild damafter a floodor the sunken picnic tablesgasping for crumbsher hands in the pantsof two boysthat was the rumorwhich was spread about herthe following Monday at schoolwhy did weekends existsshe asked her motherher mother didn't knowand the parkwhich defies timestill followsone of the boys
  • 8 Aug 2014 | 10:51 am

    8 Aug 2014 | 10:51 am
    Growing Up On Fourth StreetGrowing up in SeguinI was the one gravel streetwhich spit dustinto a spiralthe gang down the streetwore their sweaty lipsthe copsdrove around each neckin schoolI always loved a girlon the white side of townI used my knife on the booksmy barriofloats in the clouds nowat leastthat's what they saymy feetplanted firmly on the groundI growl my peaceand write
  • 6 Aug 2014 | 8:41 am

    6 Aug 2014 | 8:41 am
    Walled-In TrainLong-legged girl of my dreamsI stretch her like fire in my mouthher eyes cling to each otheras we kissher sighsinterrupted by the trainhauling ribsto those who still hearpins dropher pantieslike a rose on the carpether motherseated on the floorof the hot castlethe police stationflies off like an angry birdmy long-legged girltrembles in her socksand the windmelts in my handsthrough the openwindowponies in the nearby fieldof dishwaterand with a knock on the dooreven Buddha had those thoughtslive by the worddie by the wordmy long-legged girlwhose waist is made of glassso I can see…
  • 3 Aug 2014 | 6:47 pm

    3 Aug 2014 | 6:47 pm
    Mil Mascarasmy mil mascaras can kick the hellout of your mil mascarasA Lolano le gustaba por detrásbut when Porfirio came home drunkshe let him have his wayel padrastrole robo la flor a Rositaahi en el sofawhile her mother sleptdreaming empty dreamslos vecinosfought tooth and nailwith the neighborsel novio de Leticiabeat her for the slightest reasonsso she tried to mend her waysla mojada jumped a picket fenceand lay downuntil the patrol car had passed bybut the cop was only thinkingof donuts and damsels in undressotherwise the barrio was peacefuland headed in its own direction
  • 19 Jul 2014 | 7:50 am

    19 Jul 2014 | 7:50 am
    This Is Just To Say(homage to william carlos williams)I have takenthe coldkosher plumsthat werein the iceboxand given themto yourexterminator
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    rooted

  • what reaches out...does anyone know?

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

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

    gautami tripathy
    1 Jun 2014 | 8:56 am
    countless dreams- I don't wish to chase any now I would rather follow the sturdy terrain continue paving the way to that field where the scent of the flora beckons me I propel forward by an unknown... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
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    gautami tripathy
    25 May 2014 | 10:09 am
    I survey before me stuck in there a display for donations treat for some eyes maybe my smile is fixed I can't laugh anymore take me out of here, mate I have a meeting in few hours listen to my heart... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
  • a forgotten past

    gautami tripathy
    18 May 2014 | 11:27 am
    in the regency era- they with alabaster skin ask for bread. such graphic images, with plastic smiles- we observe the chaos. a force, not a disaster, follows people, even into the mines, within the... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]
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  • i am still here

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

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

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

    17 Jun 2014 | 2:51 pm
    mercy grows in the dessert between the grains of sand too small to see with even a microscope mercy grows in between the cracks and splinters of old shingles still clinging to the sheds after hurricanes mercy grows in the heart of the man who spent his weekend rescuing tiny kittens after he saw one fall out of a tree mercy grows in the front seat of the family car where dad is sat
  • Drabble #16: Juxtaposition

    10 Jun 2014 | 3:01 pm
    http://www.artisticmoods.com/art-print-by-lieke-van-der-vorst/ please don't be so sad. we are all the same. we fix our selves against imagination and the selves of others. squatting between look and touch, the smooth of the cool light blue on white with a matching saucer and the warmth of the tattered soft black fur around our paws.  the sweet insides of this one and the burning bitterness
 
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  • it’s all absurd

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

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

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

    admin
    21 Jul 2014 | 8:58 pm
    Thank you Mary Jane I’m so glad you and your sisters Maria and Juanita came by. Certainly Mario and Juan are happy to see buds like you and Maria and Juanita who were so lovely in their green flowers.
  • The Other Road Poem by Dandelion de la Rue

    admin
    19 Jul 2014 | 10:37 pm
    I watch them Trotting slowly On the road less traveled Four white horses Looking at Not Me Seeing me not In my parallel universe. But I see them. I slow Watching them Their road Trying to guess Their secrets And why they glow. I have no glow. It’s all a blur Here on the superhighway That magic energy lies only on the dusty rocky secret wild horse road. Horns honk I must go 55. I must keep up. The horses are behind me now Their road is disappearing into mist. But NO! I must not lose it. I pull over hearing shouts of rage and warning cries. You can’t stop here, You fool! But stop I do…
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    Poet Hound

  • Paul David Atkins' Stick Up

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

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

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

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

    13 May 2014 | 3:13 am
    Max Avi Kaplan’s photography capture a glamorous 1950’s high-style woman who is spun into a wife who reveals the unglamorous side of domestic bliss under Kristina Marie Darling’s skilled hands. I am not able to share the photos that pair with each poem, so please sneak a peek any way you can and/or purchase a copy for yourself, the photos truly set the scene for each piece. A woman named Adelle, who longs for domestic bliss and finds none, she is one who abandons the notion only to reveal the complexities of having been part of married life and then no longer being part of the world so…
 
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    The Best American Poetry

  • Poetry from Aotearoa/New Zealand 11 -- Michele Leggott's 'slow reader'

    Gregory O'Brien
    1 Sep 2014 | 5:07 pm
    slow reader the reports always said she was conscientious but must learn to work faster so she outran the reading laboratory got through tan to aqua and was safe at last from the speed tests it was a valuable lesson the letters dropped softly into place making voices sing or whisper there was so much to keep track of kerning Times Roman with a sable-haired brush serifs echoing celestial geometry hours of work for one or two words about time she learned space and what lies between compelling body and soul light and air song and dance big letters flying...
  • Sandy Koufax Named "Sports Illustrated"'s Favorite Athlete

    The Best American Poetry
    1 Sep 2014 | 8:38 am
    In honor of Sports Illustrated's 60th anniversary, SI.com is republishing, in full, 60 of the best stories ever to run in the magazine's history. Today's selection is on Sandy Koufax, whom the magazine named its favorite athlete of the 20th century. Koufax, the youngest person elected into the Baseball Hall of Fame, was the first pitcher to throw four no-hitters and win three Cy Young Awards. The story, by current SI writer Tom Verducci, originally appeared in the July 12, 1999 issue <<< He sat in the same booth every time. It was always the one in back, farthest from...
  • Save the Date: The Best American Poetry 2014 Launch Reading-September 18, 2014 7:00 PM The New School

    The Best American Poetry
    31 Aug 2014 | 2:50 pm
    The Auditorium at 66 West 12th Street, Alvin Johnson/J.M. Kaplan Hall New York, NY 10011 Series editor and School of Writing professor David Lehman joins contributors to The Best American Poetry 2014 to launch the 27th edition of this acclaimed annual anthology. Readers will include Lucie Brock-Broido, Mark Doty, Joel Dias-Porter, Natalie Diaz, Sean Thomas Dougherty, Cornelius Eady, Ross Gay, Le Hinton, Major Jackson, Yusef Komunyakaa, Hailey Leithauser, Frannie Lindsay, Cate Marvin, Shara McCallum, Valzhyna Mort, Eileen Myles, D. Nurkse, Sharon Olds, Greg Pardlo, Roger Reeves, Patrick Rosal,…
  • Kelle Groom, Guest Author August 25-29

    The Best American Poetry
    31 Aug 2014 | 2:49 pm
    This week we welcome Kelle Groom as our guest author. Kelle's poetry collections are Five Kingdoms, recognized in Entertainment Weekly's "Best New Poetry" (Anhinga Press); Luckily, a Florida Book Award winner (Anhinga); and Underwater City (University Press of Florida.) Her work has appeared in Agni, Best American Poetry (2009 & 2010), The New Yorker, New York Times, Ploughshares, Poetry, and The Writer's Almanac. Groom’s memoir, I Wore the Ocean in the Shape of a Girl is a Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers pick, New York Times Book Review Editor's Choice selection, a…
  • See you in September . . .

    The Best American Poetry
    31 Aug 2014 | 2:47 pm
    Ed note: We're taking a much needed break to enjoy the remaining days of summer. We'll be back on September 8th. Meanwhile, we hope to see you at these events: An Evening with Edward Hirsch. Wednesday, September 3, 2014 6:30 PM to 8:00 PM. 66 W 12th Street Room A510 New York, NY 10011 Edward Hirsch is the author of, most recently, A Poet’s Glossary (Houghton Mifflin, 2014) and Gabriel: A Poem (Knopf, 2014). His first collection of poems, For the Sleepwalkers, was published in 1981 and went on to receive the Lavan Younger Poets Award from the Academy of...
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    Harriet: The Blog

  • Hello, Colorado: Timber Watches Andrew Zawacki’s Videotape

    Harriet Staff
    29 Aug 2014 | 10:30 am
    Scoot on over to Timber, the official journal of the Masters of Fine Arts program at the University of Colorado (Boulder), where Alexis Smith investigates the branches of Zawacki’s newest title, Videotape. In “How to Lens: Music as Mediator in Andrew Zawacki’s Videotape,” Smith begins with a quote from Zawacki, and then moves on to her own assessment of Videotape’s tricky maneuvers. “Radiohead’s In Rainbows was released while I was at the residence, and its closing track, ‘Videotape,’ haunted me—less because it’s about a suicide note left on VHS than…
  • Joe Wenderoth in Conversation at BOMB

    Harriet Staff
    29 Aug 2014 | 9:00 am
    Get yourself right here to the web presence of BOMB Magazine, where San Diego-based poet and writer, Paola Capó-García, interviews Joe Wenderoth on the occasion of his newest collection of poems: If I Don’t Breathe How Do I Sleep (Wave Books, 2014). PCG There’s a lot of attention in this collection being paid to playing a part, to artifice (whether it’s Access Hollywood, the grandmother in front of the camera, or the role of the professor). Poetry is also brought up as some sort of artifice. Is this, for you, more of a celebration of artifice or a lament? Or is it a…
  • Susan Gevirtz Talks to SF Weekly About Ancestors, Prisons, Writing, More

    Harriet Staff
    29 Aug 2014 | 7:30 am
    Susan Gevirtz is interviewed for the Culture section of SF Weekly: ” I’ve always lived a little in the turn-of-the-century or had a fascination for that time. And the pogrom trauma and the immigration and much else is alive in my cells — I contend with it. We all are contending in this way I think.” She and Evan Karp also talk about admiring Madeline L’Engle, how girls always think they’re the ones who have done something wrong, working in prisons, falling in love–what else, what else: What’s wrong with society today? Not enough ancestor worship. The U.S.
  • Ben Lerner’s Favorite New Directions Books

    Harriet Staff
    29 Aug 2014 | 6:00 am
    You know you’ve made it when…The New Directions blog gets an annotated look at Ben Lerner’s bedside table! Sorry, nightstand! The favorites are: “My sense of the possibilities of language is so inextricable from the New Directions list that I find it almost impossible to pick favorites.” Wait, hang on: Rosmarie Waldrop – Curves to the Apple Rosmarie Waldrop’s trilogy of prose poems takes the syntax of philosophy and makes it sing. These books are—among many other things—masterpieces of lyric piracy. I return to this book as often as I return to any other…
  • Fifty Years of Buffalo Poetics Readings Now Digitized!

    Harriet Staff
    28 Aug 2014 | 11:00 am
    How’s that for back to the future? PENNSOUND announces that it has archived fifty years of poetry readings sponsored by the SUNY-Buffalo Poetics Program: from 1963-2003. FIFTY YEARS. Take your pick of so, so many highlights. There’s George Oppen reading “Of Being Numerous” in 1966 and again in 1967, Stan Brakhage’s Walking the Dog seminar, Robert Duncan in 1982, Susan Howe on Emily Dickinson in 1990, Leslie Scalapino in 1991, Norma Cole in 1992, and Barbara Guest in 1992. By way of introduction, Charles Bernstein writes: We’ve been working on this page for…
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  • Test 8-13

    grosburg
    13 Aug 2014 | 8:55 am
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  • Writer’s Digest Partners with BookBaby to Launch Blue Ash Publishing

    sberger
    13 Aug 2014 | 8:03 am
    New self-publishing imprint launching this month NEW YORK – Writer’s Digest, a division of F+W, A Content + eCommerce Company, announced today the Company has entered a partnership with BookBaby, one of the country’s highest-rated self-publishing service providers, to launch a new self-publishing division named Blue Ash Publishing. http://www.blueashpublishing.com/ “This new venture powered by BookBaby is grounded in what Writer’s Digest does best: educating writers,” said Writer’s Digest Publisher Phil […]
  • F+W Receives Majority Investment from Tinicum

    sberger
    5 May 2014 | 6:25 am
    NEW YORK – May 5, 2014 – F+W announced today that Tinicum L.P. and certain affiliated funds managed by Tinicum Incorporated (“Tinicum”) have completed a majority investment in F+W, A Content + eCommerce Company. Tinicum is a private investment firm based in New York. F+W has a century-old history of serving enthusiast vertical markets through a diversified portfolio of media, ecommerce sites, online education, events, retail locations, and direct-to-consumer catalog […]
  • F+W Media to Rebrand as F+W, a Content + eCommerce Company

    sberger
    30 Apr 2014 | 5:40 am
    New name focuses on the Company’s core underpinnings and strategy NEW YORK – April 30, 2014 – David Nussbaum, Chairman & CEO announced the rebranding of his Company F+W Media to better reflect the Company’s core tenets and strategic shift. F+W, a Content + eCommerce Company will continue in its century-old mission to serve its vertical communities and enthusiasts with inspiration, instruction, products and services through its diversified portfolio. “As […]
  • Oscar® Winner Edward Saxon to Lead Online Education Program for Screenwriters

    sberger
    3 Mar 2014 | 11:03 am
    Limited seats available for an insider’s deep dive into the business LOS ANGELES – The Writers Store (www.writersstore.com) will launch “A Producer’s Guide to Navigating Your Screenwriting Career,” an eight-session online education course with Edward Saxon, producer of acclaimed films including Silence of the Lambs, Adaptation and Philadelphia starting Friday, March 7th. “I’m thrilled to partner with The Writers Store on these webinars,” said producer Edward Saxon.  “Despite Hollywood being […]
 
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    Dunstan Carter : Poetry

  • Gristleizers

    dc
    29 Aug 2014 | 7:29 pm
    Grey skinned young losers Glaring down from the towers, Framed in neon and dust, Cracked windows and tears, All broken industry. Perfect squares And the dawn of the ‘me’, Of the ‘where’s mine’ and ‘now’, Steel fences and granite, Bad teeth and greed, Filthy screams in the dark Coarse as wild, strident rust, Spreading like rumours And pulsing like dusk, Electric and concrete, All sampled disdain In the rain, A rumbling hearse Passing through cities, The calculous curse.
  • The Business Of Summer

    dc
    22 Aug 2014 | 5:51 pm
    His world went quiet, People stopped Listening to him, The winds that Wrapped themselves Around the mountains And the rain That rarely stopped Rattling Stayed silent And sat back; They watched him Gently rise, Thoughts tickling The fruit on the bushes, Ideas shaking The seeds in the ground, And then one day He woke up To nothing But sun, His future as fresh As the dawn’s Scattered dew, With a deafening smile On his face.
  • An Angel Carved

    dc
    4 Aug 2014 | 5:39 pm
    It’ll be summer Until we hear Her sing again. She wears a crown Of ice and mist And her hair Sits crisp with frost, But fear not, The icicles hanging From her angelic pout Will whisper The holiday winds One day soon, Trust me; And those Cold, stony eyes Will usher life Under moons So clear You could swear They were silver, Just wait for two seasons And rattle. She has stared At this small town For centuries And a hundred Harsh winters Won’t stop her, Hear the Drip, drip, drip, As she lies there And know The seasons Are nothing But chatter.
  • Business Brunch

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

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

  • Greed is the Hardest Task Master

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

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

    Sarah Jakubowski
    19 Aug 2014 | 12:59 pm
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 15:59 p.m. DST, 19 August 2014 DORON, BAGA, Nigeria — Sunday, Islamist terrorist group Boko Haram kidnapped dozens of boys from the Nigerian village of Doron Baga. During the raid on the village, suspected Boko Haram dressed in police and military uniforms burned several houses and terrorized citizens […]
  • The Lost Children of FARC Guerrilla Fighters

    Allyson Cartwright
    19 Aug 2014 | 10:50 am
    Allyson Cartwright, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 13:50 p.m. DST, 19 August 2014 BOGOTA, Colombia — On the heels of a grandmother’s reunion with her missing grandson after his kidnapping by the Argentinian army 36 years ago, a wider secret is beginning to unravel. Government and guerrilla forces alike in South America have, for decades, stolen infants […]
  • Beloved Actor Robin Williams, 63, Kills Himself

    Sarah Jakubowski
    12 Aug 2014 | 1:13 pm
    Sarah Joanne Jakubowski, Contributing Journalist Last Modified: 16:40 p.m. DST, 12 August 2014 TIBURON, California — Robin Williams, stand-up comedian and star of movies such as Mrs. Doubtfire and Good Will Hunting was declared dead at his residence on August 11 at 12:02 pm. Fans were shocked to learn that the man who caused so […]
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  • 'Because you know I'm all about that bass, bout that bass ..."

    January
    23 Aug 2014 | 10:44 am
    "No treble."****The kids have just come back from a weeklong vacation with their dad, and what's the first thing they wanted to do when  they arrived home? See their friends, of course. So I'm Starbucking this afternoon while they are having kid time. Can't say I'm sad about that, but it does feel weird. They'll be plenty of time this week to hang out before school starts--that's what I keep telling myself.That pretty little chapbook is Afaa Michael Weaver's A Hard Summation,  just published by Central Square Press. This 13-poem collection details what it means to be Black and…
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    19 Aug 2014 | 8:56 pm
    Happy Tuesday folks. If it's Tuesday, it's time for your confessions. We won't tell a sole. Really, we won't.I'm a bit out of sorts this week. The kids are away with their dad. Meanwhile, I am trying to psych myself up for September, which means getting back into some sort of group. My whole body is resisting, but I have a few days to myself to envision the next few months,****I managed to write a poem for my workshop. It's the first poem I've written in weeks, and it's heavily influenced by the events of Ferguson, MO. This summer seems to be a season on loss. Every time I turn on the news,…
  • Blog Tour on the Writing Process

    January
    18 Aug 2014 | 11:50 am
    I've been tagged by the beautiful and talented Alexandria Perry to do a blog post on my process. Here goes!1. What are you working on?Hmmm. Maybe a better question is, “What am I not working on?” Besides prepping for classes and planning for the 2015 Massachusetts Poetry Festival, I am spending the last weeks of summer jump-starting two projects.My third manuscript is begging for attention. In June, I arranged my poems into a kind of order. I wanted to see if I could get them to talk to one another—they’re not, not even on speaking terms. But, by beginning the process of arranging an…
  • Confession Tuesday

    January
    12 Aug 2014 | 8:30 pm
    Happy Tuesday, folks. Time for confessions. Share a bit of yourself with us and we promise to do the same.Aaaah, Confession Tuesdays. I have missed you. This is the longest break I've taken from my regular Tuesday postings. What can I say? I needed the time off.****Robin Williams. Lauren Bacall. Maya Angelou, and countless others in desperate situations around the globe--this has been a tough summer for so many people. So many losses. Today I'm sending a little light and love to the families of those who left this earth too soon. ****This has been such a contrast for my family and me.
  • O Captain! My Captain!

    January
    11 Aug 2014 | 7:07 pm
    I am standing on my desk for you, Robin Williams."Oh Captain! My Captain!," by Walt Whitman.
 
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    Daily Poem With Gods Help

  • August 2014

    Kenney
    1 Sep 2014 | 6:04 pm
    August 2014…-————————-- August 2014, Is now off the board,  Fall is finally coming, Thank you lord-————-May The Lord keep you safe & bless you in all that you do…Original article: August 2014©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Judgement Discernment

    Kenney
    31 Aug 2014 | 5:12 pm
    Judgement discernment…-——————————- Am I gonna cast judgment, Point my finger and blame, Or have objective discernment, And let God in the game-—————–-Original article: Judgement Discernment©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Better Than this

    Kenney
    30 Aug 2014 | 3:44 pm
    Better than this…-——————-- When experiences of gratitude,Acquire on my list, I ask myself the question, Could it be any better than this-—————–-copyright 2010 KenneyYoung.comOriginal article: Better Than this©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Quest Sedation

    Kenney
    29 Aug 2014 | 7:09 pm
    Quest sedation…-——————–- My quest for serenity, Used to require sedation, Now I surrender to surrender, In quiet meditation-—————--Original article: Quest Sedation©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
  • Exact Dominion

    Kenney
    28 Aug 2014 | 7:34 pm
    Exact dominion…-——————————- Let me be exact, I seek not Dominion, I seek to be one with many, At least that’s my opinion-———–-Original article: Exact Dominion©2014 Daily Poem With Gods Help. All Rights Reserved.
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  • Greatest Post Since My Last Post

    cottonbombs
    31 Aug 2014 | 10:51 pm
    “Greatest thing since sliced bread” bread was first sliced in 1928 therefore 1928 was the greatest year ever until you hear that sliced bread was advertised as: “The Greatest Forward Step in the Baking Industry since Bread Was Wrapped.” So, the day bread was wrapped must be even greater than the day it was sliced cause if the day bread was sliced was better than the day it was wrapped they would have just advertised it as the greatest day ever. So, why don’t we say: ‘it’s the greatest thing since bread was wrapped’? And really how great has it…
  • Big Bang Thank You Ma’am

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

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

    cottonbombs
    24 Aug 2014 | 9:03 pm
    Everything is in Chinese until you learn Chinese and see nothing is foreign when you read the language and believe we all speak in primary colors blue and yellow always make green and you’ve read red in Chinese is the same color as you’ve always seen.
  • Panama Birth Canal

    cottonbombs
    23 Aug 2014 | 5:11 pm
    We survived the memory of our birth then we lost it or did we don’t we see it every time we look directly at the sun and every total eclipse is the shadow of death allowing us to look it straight in the eye and say I’ll be seeing you again soon.
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    Hijaabi in the Rain

  • On Beauty and Weddings III

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

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

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

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

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

  • Labor Day

    Tony Brown
    30 Aug 2014 | 7:17 pm
    Originally posted 9/5/2011. The rude elementshave dressed your dirt-blessed hand.Do not apologize for that. Make the rich ones, the clean ones,shake it.  Make them look at your faceand see you:  balding, fat, forearms threaded and poppingwith the result of work. Force themto see your clothes, how thin the fabricon your jeans, the patches, the tears.   Give them a momentto take it all in before you smack themwith how you’ve built them and their multifaceted estatesand holdings.   Seize their throatsand gently push upon themthe everlasting schedule of your simplified days –how…
  • Angel Food

    Tony Brown
    29 Aug 2014 | 5:29 pm
    Originally posted 3/14/2008. the random blast one block away is just a backfire for once and the neighbor’s reggaeton ripping a hole in saturday afternoon seems less loud when there’s angel food cake on the coffee table for yolanda’s birthday daddy’s home for once instead of serving someone else’s chicken to someone else’s guests mama’s not looking as tired as she usually does after a week on the fast food register the whole family’s here bearing hot dishes and foil pans full of what they’ve made for each other someone drops some mac and…
  • City Story

    Tony Brown
    29 Aug 2014 | 9:05 am
    Originally posted 10/13/2009. – after Gunter Grass;  for Italo Calvino There is a city, and there is a man in the city who is alone. One hundred eighty thousand people there but he is alone, so for his purposes he can say there is no city. A man who is alone in the space called a city by others is happy there, alone and happy. For his purposes the space is solitude, not loneliness. There is a city, and a man, and if he sees another man the man becomes a part of his solitude. The city now begins to exist for him, and when the second man is gone he and the city become memory, so for his…
  • An Actor Prepares

    Tony Brown
    28 Aug 2014 | 3:18 am
    Originally posted 12/16/2009. No one photographs him more than once after they realize that the only pictures that show him happy show him onstage. All other images make him look like a pillar of salt. Apparently, to fake confidence in the future he requires an audience. What’s his motivation? He gave up everything to gain a spotlight.  But that smile you see up there is genuine, if fleeting. Stick with that. Next time, use no flash. Catch him standing there in his natural setting: darkness all around, pretending like mad that light is the Sun.
  • UFO

    Tony Brown
    28 Aug 2014 | 2:10 am
    Originally posted 12/26/2009. They’re scared because they have seen a delta shaped object outlined with lights over their suburban heads They say“I don’t know what it was”but they lie to themselves Neither the future nor the extraterrestrial world brought these triangles of dread to the space above their heads No aliens up there — just a grand and terrible ghost come to haunt them in the shape of the Mississippi Delta bearing dead history forgotten languages rapes and suppression negation and killing The slaving and pillage of many generations do not simply…
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    Root Times

  • Forgive (Blog)

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

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

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

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

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

  • 14/08/2014. Connections.

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

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

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

    24 Jun 2014 | 6:46 am
    I am gazing from the helmAs the world gazes back at me ,The faint taste of ocean tears, Tingling on my lipsAs I sip silently upon the wind.It rushes past me,Over me and under me And through me, all at once.Tugging at my veil,Unveiling layers upon layers Of cloaks, shrouding my soul,Unravelling time before my eyes,Laughter and sorrowsYesterdays and tomorrowsTangling and untangling until…Silence. Time has stoppedEvery clock halts andThe sand grain lingers in the hourglass. I see with perfect clarity The clouds that sail the skies with their silver lining, Oh, how the sun is shining. I see…
  • 3/06/2014. Ignorance is bliss.

    7 May 2014 | 9:16 am
    Look at youYou tread fearfully on the edgeTiptoes on the thread of space and timeTo you it is a straight line, that begins and ends with you;That self-importance is so comical. You stand at the peak of this ball of rockwhere you live to dieand you’re rewarded for your compliance to the cause.You don’t have to worry about the consequencesOf your actions,So carelessly put together,A recipe for a successful disasterYou are the chef, the master,of course only you matter, just ignore the chatter of everyone else.Greet all those beneath you with a friendly sneer,With the mask behind which you…
 
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  • Epic Music Composer – Sample Reel – A War of the Will

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

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

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

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

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

  • Esoteric Expedition: Endless Exists, Exitless Ends !

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    1 Sep 2014 | 6:09 pm
    esoteric expedition encircling ethereal enigma erotic epos-elemental eccentric embodimenteuphobic eyes existential ephemeral epiphany eviternal eversioneuphoric expeditionevolving eupathy-ending essential enoptromancy exuberant epiphany emicating éclaircissementesoteric expulsion entrancing exceptional  expedition embryonic eclaircise electric exodus:ecstatic equitable equation emberlucock ennuietheric expansion esoteric errors-erasing ephemeral expeditionexploring existential essence entertaining empirical eikonological…
  • Entangled in Quantum Space

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    1 Sep 2014 | 2:12 am
    Humans are like paper planesthe void of deep blue skywrapping Earth like plastic bagswhere they fly and listen to the songs of life.I don't need earplugsUniverse is enoughly plugged ininto me and into her heartheart beats, pumping up the spacesfor neurons to explodeShe and I, we are entangled in quantum spacethis is what poets call  'love'unwrapping the atmospherein Zen Beats created by themixture of air, the bees and humming bird.And I know,every blink of light and heat,follows infinitude of dark and coldher eyes twinkling this momentlightning up like all those starssometime floods my…
  • Language of Miracle, Love and Science (Part 1)

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    28 Aug 2014 | 10:39 pm
    First of all, Sanskrit is not just a language dictated by religion. Sanskrit is a free, wild and natural language. Just like 'Namaste' is fading away amongst us, and 'Hey or Hello' is gaining popularity. Sanskrit is also fading away. Yet, Sanskrit remains an enigma to the world. For those who actually try to understand what it is all about. Sanskrit can truly be called a language of miracle, love and science.I am very grateful, that my primary language is Nepali. Which is a branch of Sanskrit. But I am also sad that during my school years, no teacher ever tried to make 'Nepali' look…
  • To my lover: You are Poetry !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    26 Aug 2014 | 1:41 am
    To my lover,  You are poetry, without wordswithout meaningwithout me, even without you;my love, you are a poem, and the next poem, and all the poems, ill ever read, see, listen or write;my love, you are the poet, writing colors of feelings, egoless beings, in my thirsty identitymy love,you are all that I know, all that I feel, all that I think of, directly or indirectly the deepest voicein my consciousand subconscious mind  my love, you are the poet, writing absolutely nothing, but…
  • DMT Dreamers !!

    Adarsha Bhattarai
    24 Aug 2014 | 4:41 pm
    DMT dreamers, debacle dreams debunking, deducing dancing devils-devoutly darkling delegations dreaming devils d-e-v-i-l l-i-v-e-ddumpling dumberdash drunkards dipsomaniacs dwelling disconnecting dwindling dimethyltryptamine dystopian dreamers dangling dreams duplication drugs dysfunctioning down 'downer' droppingdormition dubiety dreams decaying dreamers dysesthesia  DMT domination dormant dysphoria dionysus dreams dwellers dringleing doomsters-diogenic dreamers diffluent…
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    DaPhunkeeProfessor.com

  • A Cry In The Dark...

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    20 Aug 2014 | 10:54 pm
    Excerpt from "Teeth of a Lioness"In the hot and sultry late summer's night, Yan laid in the dark awaiting her. She enter the room and slowly crawled into the bed. With a soft growl and nibble at his ear, she whispered that she was going to treat him like a tootsie pop...The last thing he remember, before waking up in the hospital was the third lick. As he came to, he saw two pamphlets on the tray next to his hospital gurney: "Instruction On How to Urinate" and "You Can Still Lead A Full and Productive Life"...
  • Producers Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt. 3

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    11 Aug 2014 | 1:00 am
    Whether it's the sweet soul sound of the Delphonics, the southern funk of the Dramatics or the expansive soul of Curtis Mayfield; like any great stew or soup, the quality and success lies within the basis. In the case of soul, funk and blues, it dwells within the rhythm section. Thom Bell's string and horn arrangements on "Ready or Not" are powerful, but would not be as powerful if it were not for the rich groove sustained by the drums and bass below the haunting melody and atmospheric harmonies.In the tradition of Black American, small combo music the structure is traditionally, drums, bass,…
  • Producers Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt. 2

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    1 Aug 2014 | 12:15 am
    When listing my producers, I failed to mention one influence who had nothing to do with funk or soul, but was amazingly inventive. George Martin who produced the Beatles albums also came with some serious skills and techniques. His actual background was classical music, which translated well to the expansive work he did with the 'Fab Four' on their Sgt Pepper album. Another producer to pay close attention to is Marcus Miller, owner of some of the best ears in the industry. Having Miles Davis, Luther Vandross, E.U. (Da Butt), The Jamaica Boyz, and Chaka Khan among his credits would make him…
  • Producers Notes: Building The Groovalottos Album Pt. 1

    Mwalim Daphunkeeprofessor Peters
    15 Jul 2014 | 9:40 am
    The Groovalottos keyboard player and producer, Mwalim DaPhunkee Professor, began his habit of keeping a journal while working on a project many years ago when he produced his first demo back in the mid 1980's. Usually, these notes are simply a tool used to keep the project on course, but for this album, he decided to share his notes as they come. Welcome to part One:This is going to be a premiere album by a band of seasoned players, so the album needs to be a statement... a calling-card of sorts. After many months of gigging and rehearsing, The Groovalottos were ready to start recording…
  • PRESS RELEASE: 1st Gathering of the National Congress of Black American Indians and All Our Relations set for July 19th in Washington DC

    M *7) - Daphunkeeprofessor
    10 Jul 2014 | 1:26 pm
    FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:July 10, 2014CONTACT:Jay Winter Nightwolfwahyasunoyi@aol.comMJ Petersinfo@daphunkeeprofessor.com1st Gathering of the National Congress of Black American Indians and All Our Relations set for July 19th in Washington DCWASHINGTON DC - The National Congress of Black American Indians will be holding it's first gathering for people of mixed Native American and African American ancestry and all our relations on Saturday, July 19, 2014 at the Plymouth Congregational UCC, 5301 N Capitol St NE, Washington, District of Columbia 20011, 11am to 5pm.Speakers…
 
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    Miklos Arany

  • What Then Must We Do

    MA
    22 Aug 2014 | 11:05 am
    Instead of cheating on you I cheated myself and touched no one If it was a choice it wasn’t one I made
  • 444: Poems from Two Centuries

    MA
    21 Aug 2014 | 4:42 pm
    http://www.amazon.com/444-Poems-Centuries-Miklos-Arany/dp/149933219X/ref=sr_1_1_bnp_1_pap?ie=UTF8&qid=1403930117&sr=8-1&keywords=miklos+arany
  • Hanami

    MA
    21 Aug 2014 | 10:31 am
    Life between raindrops Rivers of cherry blossom Clouds build and winds rise
  • 444: Poems from Two Centuries

    MA
    15 Aug 2014 | 10:41 am
    http://www.amazon.com/444-Poems-Centuries-Miklos-Arany/dp/149933219X/ref=sr_1_1_bnp_1_pap?ie=UTF8&qid=1403930117&sr=8-1&keywords=miklos+arany
  • Black and Blue Haiku

    MA
    13 Aug 2014 | 9:53 pm
    Invisible men have grown shadows Free and equal unless a blue man’s fear sparks Death by fire instead of rope
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    Bechdel Babes

  • Schadenfreude, loneliness and instant noodles: My relationship with social media

    rheaviewmirror
    9 Aug 2014 | 1:07 am
    Due to a combination of extreme laziness and curiosity, I decided to see how well I would survive without internet for a week. I just got back to my last semester at university,… Continue reading →
  • Disability: It’s probably not what you think.

    Bechdel Babes
    10 Jul 2014 | 8:21 am
    Disability, along with feminism, is a systematically misunderstood concept. Ideas of disability are so convoluted, so medicalised that we often miss the harsh reality individuals in society face. The social model of disability… Continue reading →
  • Existential Dread as Ethical Opportunity

    Bechdel Babes
    11 Jun 2014 | 6:20 am
        I always feel queasy when people ask me for advice or talk to me as if I have some remedy for their existential problems. I study philosophy, I must know the… Continue reading →
  • Whatever you do, don’t mention poo: a transition to motherhood

    Caitlin McGregor
    29 May 2014 | 3:58 am
    The first months of motherhood: expectation vs reality
  • Reclaiming the C-Word

    Bechdel Babes
    19 May 2014 | 7:21 pm
    There is only one word that, if I uttered in front of my Grandma, I’d probably get punched in the face for (by the woman herself). While it’d be hilarious and a fantastic… Continue reading →
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    Gatsby's Abandoned Children

  • WAT R U DOIN?

    Jeremiah Walton
    6 Aug 2014 | 10:54 am
    Trendy trendy trendy Let’s all do what others do! Trendy trendy trendy Individuality is marketable like crucifixes or crutches Tagged: creative writing, lit, literature, poem, poet, poetry, writing
  • Digging up the Underground in N.Y.

    Jeremiah Walton
    5 Aug 2014 | 3:07 pm
    Spending money at the tracks the tracks are cheap dinners stumble in suburban sinners jokes of their future selves here we lick dollar bills and piss on them irresponsibility a grateful noose of roses. Want to be romantic with me and stuff dollars in a vase? ___ Support Books & Shovels, my traveling bookstore, as we head out to our 4th gig tonight in Albany, N.Y., and our 5th and 6th gig in Springfield, I.L..  We’re seeking pledges at our IndieGoGo campaign to assist in securing our mission of promoting Passionate Living over Making A Living.  Be a part of the War against Apathy.
  • “What inspired you to start?”

    Jeremiah Walton
    3 Aug 2014 | 6:25 pm
    Start writing or start publishing? Regarding writing, I have no idea. It just happened. When it came to publishing, I initially wanted to connect with other writers and get my name out there, but then it evolved from self centered self promotional desire to “alright, time to grab the literary community by the balls. where’s the lack of rehashing?”, to “time to kick humanity in the balls”, and a war with folks who don’t care is difficult, but it’s better to attempt to live up to personal manifestos than neglect it for comfort and what’s easier,…
  • UnDead Me! UnDead Me!

    Jeremiah Walton
    1 Aug 2014 | 10:51 am
    Physical defense pan handles little common sense left over from childhood highs wretch up words find sumthin say sumthin “sumthin” (shit, that wasn’t good enough). Nuttin more Dead for now UnDead me emotion! UnDead me. Tagged: alt lit, creative writing, poem, poems, poet, poetry, undead, writing
  • We’ve been each others jail, we’ve been each others escape

    Jeremiah Walton
    31 Jul 2014 | 10:47 am
    You are my moonlight my only moonlight you are my heroin my morning coffee you make me happy when waking is an eclipse and sleeping is a sacrifice. Tagged: a fist full of moonbeams, alt lit, lit, literature, moon, poem, poet, poetry
 
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    Poetic Hope

  • An Angel's Tear

    1 Sep 2014 | 5:00 am
    Too fill her with such joy To leave her overwhelmed in such a way That it streams down her face 'Tis a joy unfathomed To have a tear fall onto me To catch an angel’s tear To know that it is me Who she leans upon That it is me Who she turns to For support That it is me Who she needs the most Leaves me Humbled And without words My Thoughts about the PoemThis poem was in reality inspired by a game that I started to play with Deanne. She started to get tired and I was still up working on a few things including my…
  • I'll Give It No Place

    30 Aug 2014 | 5:00 am
    Let the anger flow don't hold it in or so they tell me It's who you are if you hide it it will only boil over and come out anyway If that is who I am I want no part of it She will not hear it force its way out of my mouth or even out of my heart I will not feel that evil force tear into my heart and rend my soul in twain If that is who I am then I will gladly repress it drown it out and wipe it away I will not let her heart be shattered I will not hear that horrid sound If I must tear…
  • The Birth of Thought

    29 Aug 2014 | 5:00 am
    Does it just spark from nothing Or is it shaped and meshed together from bits and pieces slowly gathered over time Is it given from on high or some other source Will it lift or will it destroy will it shape and create Will it bring more or is it the end My Thoughts about the PoemIdeas and thoughts are interesting things especially when it comes to poetry and other creative arts. There are so many times when I end up writing a poem and while I know that I am the one who wrote it, when I…
  • What Can I Learn

    28 Aug 2014 | 5:00 am
    Shaped hopes and crafted dreams carefully planted within my heart driving me to some unseen goal I could choose my way I could choose to not follow but the dreams the hopes call me forward calling my heart calling my mind calling my soul calling meevery step I take every leap I make every bit I learn I find more that calls me forward My Thoughts about the Poem I love the things that I learn about the Gospel of Christ. The more I learn the more I find there is to learn. That is something that I love about the…
  • Because of You

    27 Aug 2014 | 5:00 am
    Because of you I am more Because of you I can be more Because of you I will be more Because of you I can dream Because of you I can dream more Because of you I can see dreams come true Because of you my heart can breathe Because of you my heart beats freely Because of you my heart can fly Because of you I can love Because of you I can live Because of you I am My Thoughts about the PoemThis poem was originally taken from my poem “One Line, Two Hearts: One Day at a Time” However I ended up changing up the order to the lines a bit…
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    Awesome Poetry

  • Before Daybreak (Haiku)

    Priyanshi Dass
    31 Aug 2014 | 6:30 pm
    Before Daybreak when dusk slowly spills into the cloak of nightfall heaven smiles on land The post Before Daybreak (Haiku) appeared first on Awesome Poetry.
  • Cheers!

    Priyanshi Dass
    30 Aug 2014 | 3:58 am
    Going back to that day, to that hour of time When dusk was slowly seeping into nightfall With the indifferent ease of warm melted butter Paving the path to calm, quiet evening Cheers to that first glimpse, to that moment When I unknowingly fell into heaven With nary a sound but the gentle ting of the bell Above that obnoxiously painted; bright red door Cheers to that first bout of dizziness In that bookstore two blocks down As the world spun to the silent melody Of the careless flutter of your eyelashes Cheers to that feeling of uninhibited bliss Of the world at the reach of my fingertips…
  • Identity

    Priyanshi Dass
    27 Aug 2014 | 12:56 am
    I am not a singer Or a dancer I am not academic And I don’t read for pleasure I am not a leader Or a follower I don’t protest the injustices of life And I don’t care for animal rights I don’t admire nature Or the complexities of life I don’t question the universe And I don’t start debates I am the one who watches Silently from the sidelines I am an admirer Of the simple things in life I am the stranger at the bus stop I am the wallflower I am part of the crowd I am the one who exists I am who I am and I am not anymore I may not be great but I am the best of myself I am just me I…
  • She

    Priyanshi Dass
    18 Aug 2014 | 9:04 pm
    Crystal tears pave a path through dirt-stricken cheeks Her wild, rebellious hair battles the raging storm Her eyes, the colour of mud, pierce the soot black soul She is the lone shadow on the crowded shore Her guards worn down, her shield left abandoned Her exquisite face left bare, a kaleidoscope of emotions Her pride, no more than a forgotten memory She is the soldier with her heart on her sleeve Some say innocence lost is innocence never regained While others fail to even acknowledge innocence The salty water nurses her oozing wounds She is the helpless fawn of a cruel past A beauty…
  • That Girl

    Priyanshi Dass
    14 Aug 2014 | 1:48 am
    There were some confessions I needed to make Some mistakes that could’ve been avoided There were some hearts I broke in the haze of unshed fantasies There were some tears too, that deserved to be shed I never wished to be strong; never craved freedom when it wasn’t due Never lived that life for you; never lost my breath to those unsatisfying smiles and kisses I didn’t pray for swollen lips, bitten and wet; didn’t yearn for endearments and butterfly kisses Didn’t hide under the cloak of unwritten laws; didn’t shy away from the darkened gaze of the storm I’m not much different…
 
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