Writing
Seven Gifts
Chavisa Woods
Seven Gifts
(di Ego Godgifu, Latin: the self is the gift of god)
di Ego Godgifu
cut off these arms and take them down to the broke place of broken
trees and give them back their broke
arms
cut off this tongue and u...
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Poem
Federico
Jürgen Schneider
Federico
Those men of gold still drink
Silver-whisky next to the volcanoes,
Their cities of wire and death
Their life a life-long Sunday.
Captain Nestares murdering still, Lead-head
His name exchangeable So...
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Poem
Formula / Expansive
Randee Silv
Formula / Expansive
Formula: It can be tagged. It has a title. A double. A triple parallel. Trespassing permitted on immediate concreteness. A latched gate stood by itself to an enclosure enclosed. It fell and went un...
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Poem
Salt Water
Randi Hoffman
Salt Water
Riding the waves with my father at the Jersey Shore, I feel seaweed wrapping around my legs and taste the salt water of the Atlantic Ocean. I am eight years old, and I love the ocean smell and the glaring hot ...
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Writing
Let’s Get Rid of Nature
Deborah Pintonelli
Let’s Get Rid of Nature
(for Peter Christensen)
Nature, you’re just a bad mother.
Provoker of cycles of neverending
Thickening and thinning.
Emptying and refilling.
You’re just a sentimental journey you sentime...
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Poem
Nightscape
Yuko Otomo
nightscape
(for Steve)
in the distant darkness
an ocean crashes
against itself
it is silent
you stand & look at waves
as if they were a fatal dream reality
pity, charity or love of any kind
do not weig...
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Poem
Portland Sheets
Marc Olmsted
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Poem
First Ladies First
Bonny Finberg
First Ladies First
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The gold on the lamp
is the gold on the chair
is the gold on her cheeks and slitted eyes.
Her skin, scrubbed to red,
the frost on her face matters,
fostered in dungeons,
by ogres and witches...
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Writing
o shitty guitar
Thurston Moore
o shitty guitar
o shitty guitar
we walk down the bowery
down the street
flashing time
ginsberg orlovsky sitting stoops
holding hands (on the subway) how dare they
beautiful in the heat
daring daring young old me...
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Poem
A Crushed Pepsi Can Floats Down
Bud Smith
A Crushed Pepsi Can Floats Down
your side of the world is flooded
mine is on fire
helicopters circle
dropping emptied juice boxes
candy bar wrappers
crusts from sub-par sandwiches
these days
even god has a day job ...
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Poem
The Second Half of the Second Decade of the Twenty First Century
Joel Landmine
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Poem
A Hundred Tongues
Mitch Corber
A Hundred Tongues
A hundred tongues lead me to steer
the impossible far-gone conclusions of a sleuth
chewing on a clue. In turning an inner ear
to the serious nature of plates,
I break one, to see what it’s made of....
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Poem
Dorothy Parker Will Have Her Revenge on Manhattan
Joseph P. O'Brien
Dorothy Parker Will Have Her Revenge on Manhattan
Sipping gin & mercury at dawn's bloodthirsty
light, she hears the harlequins
throb inside their wombs,
and she whispers: "God have mercy."
Below the maddened crowd, ...
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Poem
Poet in a Shade of Jade
Sheila Maldonado
Poet in a Shade of Jade
I am so jealous of how poor you are
of how you are poor
your particular stilo pobre
The way you put no cash and
no money together is uncanny
This aesthetic
lack of change combined
with l...
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Poem
FREEDOM
Bob Holman
FREEDOM
Thanks to Darryl Alladice
FREEDOM to put lima beans and black-eyed peas together
FREEDOM to take off BB King's watch
FREEDOM to shout "Let's hit it" on every Other beat
FREEDOM to look at everybody whenever yo...
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