Category: poetry
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Two Poems by Douglas Cole
The Street of Lost Steps Jim Carroll hits the west coast, his visions and dreams fueled by getting off junk. He’s on the methadone plan. He writes of successfully becoming an “anti-social hermit.” This is nearly fifty years before Patti Smith arrives in Year of the Monkey. Same coast. Her dreams come from a sign…
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Two Poems
by Douglas Cole The Street of Lost StepsJim Carroll hits the west coast, his visions and dreams fueled by getting off junk. He’s on the methadone plan. He writes of successfully becoming an “anti-social hermit.” This is nearly fifty years before Patti Smith arrives in Year of the Monkey. Same coast. Her dreams come from…
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Whiskey Jail
by Joseph Rogers Through these wooden bars I see a scene enacted without me: joy painted across your face; an understudy in my rightful place. This vinyl booth becomes my jail, a prison of whiskey with shots for bail, while red searchlights illuminate the empty glasses that spell my fate. We spoke until the sun…
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Two Poems
by Rickey Rivers Jr Tribulation Beads of sweat given to every woman with knotted hair, dark children hide in the cool shadows of their mothers. Walk. Watch them walk across the desert, feet blistering and burning, life forever churning. The animals stare and laugh but the mothers continue on because the mothers must be strong…
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Two Poems by Fabrice Poussin
As She Builds Planets You must respect the space around the body for she lives to build planets for tomorrow. Dim she seems in the paleness of her shawl yet she burns with the passion of a comet. So very quiet in the hours of fresher dews she seems to ponder her daily miracles. The…
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Two Poems
by Fabrice Poussin As She Builds PlanetsYou must respect the space around the bodyfor she lives to build planets for tomorrow. Dim she seems in the paleness of her shawlyet she burns with the passion of a comet. So very quiet in the hours of fresher dewsshe seems to ponder her daily miracles. The flesh…
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Persephone
by Rae Rozman Last night, I dreamt of uson a warm fall eveningsitting beside a campfireTom Petty crooningWildflowersfrom unseen speakerspassing a bottle of bourbonback and forth. You wore your winter coat(the lavender one)despite the heat. I burned.Took off pieces of my clothingand threw themone by oneinto the firethe flames turning aubergine and amber. Naked, I…
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New Island Revealed by Melting Glaciers
by Ajay Kumar Dimensions of the island- you by me. The news anchor forgets her name, on the news-there is nothing to say, the weather forecast before a blank map- we’ll see what happens. It is no paradise, there is no fresh water but we have no thirst either. You think the yellow flowers were…
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Three Poems by Rae Rozman
Dualities I slept with your glove(maroon, leather)woven between my fingers.It smelled like you. I awoke with your glove(leather, maroon)pressed against my naked chest.It smelled like me. How quickly you leave me.How quickly we forget. Consummation There are nights like this.Nights you rush through to seeif colors are more vibranton the other sideSolitude is an arta…
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Three Poems
by Rae Rozman Dualities I slept with your glove(maroon, leather)woven between my fingers.It smelled like you. I awoke with your glove(leather, maroon)pressed against my naked chest.It smelled like me. How quickly you leave me.How quickly we forget. Consummation There are nights like this.Nights you rush through to seeif colors are more vibranton the other sideSolitude…
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