Et Leviathan Ego
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I swear if I were God, I’d tear a hole
In the heavens to hide myself,
Knowing full well that blasphemy
And evil so dark
The universe would want to kno...
Sound Bite Artist
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I'm top shot at my game. I pen
the sound bites for a man
you've heard of right enough -
one too verbose for words.
From long and convoluted sentences
I stri...
Let Me Do This Thing for You
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Let Me Do This Thing for You
My coat, flung over the puddle.
Your shoes pushing into wool instead of mud.
The letter you do not want
to destroy, but do not...
WATER WARS • by Jeffrey Lubin
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It got a lot hotter We coddled our water The water we coddled ran out. The
passers perspired The gasses expired The daisies died due to the drought.
The fi...
Connectivism
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...is the title of a poetry anthology published by Variety Crossing Press
in January 2012.
Two of my poems are included in this anthology:* Island* and...
somniat 29: between fate and destiny, part i
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somniat 29 – between fate and destiny, part 1 I’m flying; I’m feverishly
taking to the air; I resist gravity, and that sensation in my throat that
claws an...
yellow bird flew towards me
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It’s in the small things. As small as a bird, the size of my fist, canary
yellow, that flew towards me, to a tree, then backward flight, and I
thought, how...
Charles Jensen The Collagist
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"Again, it may be too much to ask Levenson to connect montage modernism,
which exploits 'the resources of speed, discontinuity, and juxtaposition,'
with co...
Political Poem For Monster Movie Fans
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That’s one tall reptile standing between us and the outside. If we want
out, we’re going to have to walk under the reptile’s belly to reach the
road out of...
Homage to Weston
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by Karen Greenbaum-Maya Karen Greenbaum-Maya is a clinical psychologist
in private practice in Claremont, California. Her poems and photos have
appeared ...
Northrop Frye unveiled (at last)
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First Al Purdy (Canada's greatest poet. Period) and now Northrop Frye
(Canada's, perhaps North America's greatest literary critic). A statue of
the grea...
untitled
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she sets out alone. it’s one of those barren january mornings that seeps
into your bones, numbs you from gut to skin. the engine stutters, coughs,
cuts. sh...
Reviews
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Both Rufous Press books, *OverYonder* and *Juniperus Flamenco*, canbe found
right here.
If you would like to write reviews of these books on Lulu,we edit...
Over Yonder
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*Over Yonder* is now available for purchase at Lulu.com. You will find it
right here.
This paperback is an anthology of poetry and prose written by Americ...
Over Yonder
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*Over Yonder* is now available at Lulu.com. You will find both this title
and *Juniperus Flamenco* right here.
This paperback is an anthology of poetry...
Crossing Over
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It should be one hell of a moment
the kind where fireworks mark mandatory celebration
and the champagne cork knocks an eye out.
Naw, that's not right.
It...
Annual Count by David Chorlton
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In the softly drumming air
between the empty branches
spread against a white winter sun
and the evergreens’ rough bark,
jays shadow woodpeckers
who follow th...
meaning of the meaningless
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Back in high school Latin
we translated a bit of a myth
where Sisyphus had to push
a boulder up a mountain
and back again
countless times
I don't remembe...
Danielle Cadena Deulen
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Danielle Cadena Deulen is a poet and essayist. She is the author *Lovely
Asunder*, winner of the Miller Williams Arkansas Poetry Prize (University
of Arkan...
War, sex and babies.
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One of my daughters tells me I am too inward looking and that I do not
engage with the world in any meaningful way. I do not know what is going on
beyond a...
Lost
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Picture credit:
http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=cold%20air&order=9&offset=48#/d2fhvbb
Lost. The joy...
...left a chill in that damp alleyway;
a flood of ...
Two-timing you, but for a good cause
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I've begun blogging at another site, but that doesn't mean my heart isn't
in this relationship any more. I'll still be versifying life here, but I'm
doing ...
Oh No, Not Another Poem About Looking At The Moon
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A pearl onion moon hangs over pine tree tops
a handful of bottle brushes scraping a tarnished nickel sky
with a breezy sigh of evergreen,
the frosty breath ...
Sailing the great East-West divide
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House, PO Box 312, Leeds LS 16 OFN, West Yorkshire, United Kingdom;
mira@intellige...
my childhood, as directed by David Lynch
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Subdivision Under the mattress in the guestroom, I couldn’t find the word
for “enough”. The word for “born animal”. The what kind, the what kind.
Poli...
please don't burn the roux
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A light roux for dark meats
is part of my *vade mecum,*
it's so useless to argue
in a world of stainless leaps.
I can see the far cupola
with its blue dome
...
Anna V Williams – whoever you are …
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Please remove links to this site from ALL of yours! What you’re up to may
be legal but it isn’t “right” … You’re phishing for business via ads,
including m...
Damascius: "This is my body" (From Greek)
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To be alive in Byzantium at the height of its splendor while insisting on
having too many thoughts of one's own was not always an easy thing. Often,
it was...
non serviam mortem
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Où est ton aiguillon? Où donc est ta victoire?
Ta titanesque guerre n' aura laminé,
Tes sinueuses feintes n' ont contaminé
Aucune étoile éprise des échappato...
magpie tales.faulkner flies
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finding faulkner once more serpentine tussle tugging and alluring how
heavenly sinister and uncertain something so cloaked and contained
characters climbin...
Mini-Series
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@ 14,
I hung onto
the romance,
tantalizing, subtle,
and somehow, intelligent,
it became what I longed for.
@ 50,
I cry for their lost chances.
Redesign
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As a child, I was considered something of an artistic prodigy. I used to
take classes at the Corcoran with college students who were twice my size
(I was ...
Bread Basket-case
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*Bread Basket-Case*
A piece of cornbread
brought her down.
She had been doing well enough,
doing things like
combing her hair,
brushing her teeth,
makin...
Flourish
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Flourish
Ducks ripple the pond
this wet April morning
the blue heron
rises from the mist
a lone turkey
struts the field
and the grass
green as Ireland
A...
Thomas's Two-striped Grasshopper
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Thomas's Two-striped Grasshoppers (Melanoplus thomasi) are colorful
grasshoppers found in Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, and Mexico. These
grasshoppers are ty...
neighbor
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mister wagner
in his buttoned sweater
at dusk
watering the lawn
i remember he had
a little mustache
and a receding hairline
but he probably didn't
he ...
Advent
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Earth grown old, yet still so green,
Deep beneath her crust of cold
Nurses fire unfelt, unseen:
Earth grown old.
We who live are quickly told:
Millions mor...
virgin suicides tell the strangest stories…
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“addiction vibe“ i was laying around thinking about predestination making
further existence somewhat superfluous save my experience of seeing
self-fulfilli...
Bruges et ses marécages poétiques
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Deux des mes poèmes sont inclus dans le numéro 207 de la revue littéraire *Canadian
Literature,* parue à Vancouver cet été.
Ces deux poèmes en françai...
ArtPlatform and Inspiration Speaks
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ArtPlatform has just released it's innovative book of art and word in
support of colaLife. International artists and poets have come together to
create a b...
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Dear writers and others, I'm running a contest! If you're not interested in poetry at all, then just ignore this. The first 3 people who email me with the c...
Darwin's Orchid & Orchid Poems the chapbook
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Darwin's Orchid
Single molecule
of moth pheromone
invisible in the immense
freight of pollen blown
over the desert
how halves relate
their common weigh...
The Damaged Child
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The hole in your head was not intended
Though I saw it coming like a Wyoming afternoon
ravishing the valley with a cumulus bruise.
Where should I have been ...
Everything leaves you, in its own way
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The time will come for me to let it go--
To let it all go gently drifting down
The sad expectations and dazzling hopes
To watch them all dissolve and then...
New direction
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So we're back from our six months trip to Canada and the USA. I've posted
the last travel post (over there) and there will be just a map and a final
round...
Finished...sort of.
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The poetry that was on this site will return - most likely in a different
location with a different name, and most likely in a different form - at
some poi...
A Sad Farewell :'(
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Dear Blog Followers,
I am sorry to inform you that I am leaving Blogger. I love the community
here, and I have to say I have never met such nice internet p...
From the blognoscenti: 16 May 2011 (105)
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(a) John Latta, "Tinkling" in Isola di Rifiuti. "That’s either iris or
maize said the urban poet to himself on the way to Chicago";
(b) Tom Clark, "The S...
The tent has closed
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As announced last week, the circus has closed. (We are sad, too. Thank you
for all your lovely comments & well-wishes.) But the site will stay up as a
reco...
note to all
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on a little break
from blogger (mainly due to time constraints)
please do not get offended
if i don't reply to comments
as promptly as i normally do.
ba...
as summer passes
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these days give so much
in their too quick hours that I
breathe wordless in them
The summer has gone by--too fast, as always.
Fall. I love fall.
School. I...
smokescreen' s chess
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someone told Olov he would not live to see the behind of
smokescreens no stars
the smoldering salmon's squirming
on elements
woman match game
his brain cel...
Flickers of Faith
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Majestic in movements brought forth,
Of one's soul beams beacons of light,
Reverent prayers whispered in hallowed halls,
Pressing dutifully on faithfully...
4 comments:
it's always sad to see birds crash into window panes...
thanks for visiting Bolts of Silk
Jetzt habe ich mich bei dir fest gelesen und es hat mir gut gefallen...ich komme wieder...
LG; Rachel
hello Crafty,
yes, it certainly is sad, especially the sound it makes, when it happens, it's unmistakable.
it's good to hear from you too. thanks for stopping over.
noxy.
hello Rachel.
thank you for visiting ... you're always welcome to come back. please stay in touch, i will too. i enjoy your writing.
noxy.
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