MARK J MITCHELL – AN ABSENCE
AN ABSENCE
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Rosmarie Epaminondas – because he can
because he can This morning he touched my cheek with tenderness where he had bruised it last night. Didn’t notice the purple mark left by his rage. Then he gently closed the door. Each day I move ever deeper into my mind space, hug myself with insubstantial arms intent on healing the wounded me, build […]
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Last Rites of a Shook Monkey for the Wharf Rats If this is preaching, it’s from the pulpit Jerry builtin rehab before his last breath. If this is preaching, it’s for those who reachedbetween the feetto pull the plugfrom Jim Morrison’s tub. If this is preaching, it’s for the familiesof the six who diedeaths of […]
Read more "TIM STALEY – LAST RITES OF A SHOOK MONKEY"Sarah Daly – After the Rain
After the Rain I glimpsed happiness, among the green leaves and damp grasses— the blades with their crystalline tears witnessed this joy, and partook in that brief, warm peace, which fades so rapidly.
Read more "Sarah Daly – After the Rain"JANE HIRSHFIELD – WITHIN THIS TREE
Within This Tree Within this tree another tree inhabits the same body: within this stone another stone rests, its many shades of grey the same, its identical surface and weight. And within my body, another body, whose history, waiting, sings: there is no other body, it sings, there is no other world. This poem was […]
Read more "JANE HIRSHFIELD – WITHIN THIS TREE"JUDITH YARROW – MEDITATION: LISTENING
Meditation: Listening Listen. Nearby, water rushes through the hose, birds twitter in a bush. wind rustles leaves. Listen out farther. Crows cawing in a tree, hammers on a building site, distant dull roar of traffic. Listen for the sounds of clouds as they pile up, or scud along, or fold themselves into rain. Listen beyond. […]
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March 23rd Darkness, cold and water, the rain of the trenches of the bay, the shriveled fighter has lost a foot. Babakh gats there is an echo in the field, nature in winter hibernation, without flowers, everything is empty, everything dead, and not alive. Spring did not enter into rights having adoring spring never wait for […]
Read more "A VOICE FROM UKRAINE – Vyacheslav Konoval – 3 POEMS"Bradford Middleton – WENT TO WORK FOR LUNCH
WENT TO WORK FOR LUNCH I went into work today & laughed as, for Once, everyone was pleased to see me. “Ah Brad,” one of them said, “it’s always Good to see you as that means my shift Is almost over!” “Yeah,” I replied, “the only problem is I Ain’t working today & do you […]
Read more "Bradford Middleton – WENT TO WORK FOR LUNCH"LAURA STAMPS – BETTER
Better The sky? Blue. Has to be blue. That’s what she wants. A blue-sky postcard. Okay. Found it. “Dear Elaine,” she writes. “So this morning. Pumping gas at Speedway. There I am. The rain is gone. (Can we all sing hallelujah?) Nothing but blue skies. The bluest of blue. Truly. And a warm breeze. That […]
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Traffic Accident When I ask the copto let me know howthe truck driversitting by the sideof the road is doing,he tells me,“He saw their faces.” ~~~ find more Jimmy Pappas on Rattle
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