Tag: poetry
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Survey! For Free!!!
Yep, that’s right – A FREE SURVEY! No cost to you! ;D Okay, in all seriousness now, I’d love your opinion if you’ve got 1-3 minutes spare? If you’ve ever read my poetry or fiction in the past I’m hoping you can help me decide what my next release should be. If so, check out…
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Poetry & Place Anthology – Official Release & Launch Week
It gives us great pleasure to announce the official release of the 2015 Poetry & Place Anthology! Print and eBook editions are now available through major online retailers and can also be ordered through bookstores. Below, you’ll find a range of purchase links and we hope you’ll be able to support us and the poets…
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yellows
the city worries. its streets fill like ants before rain. shopping bags shackle. the wind rustles taxis. roads are liquorice chewed, spat into lines. wheels hijack space, stray leaves take on thuggish cigarette butts in gutters. ring-pulls hitchhike. twenty-foot women skyscrape, sell, sell, sell. lights remain tight-lipped. ‘closed’ signs are never circles. glass cools. silver…
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unclasp
the rain turns buildings into long pale ghosts with blocky faces and clocks grow heavy, even the lemon trees do not unclasp their fruit every cloud has to be cut free from stony carvings of sky and they fall to the grass and smother it in a dew that cannot be tasted – and I…
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China by Bob Perelman
China We live on the third world from the sun. Number three. Nobody tells us what to do. The people who taught us to count were being very kind. It’s always time to leave. If it rains, you either have your umbrella or you don’t. The wind blows your hat off. The sun…
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Watermelons by Charles Simic
Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth. 1938 Just wanted to share this stunning short poem!
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a long yesterday
the train clicked over sizzling rails when I saw you in tall grass a pink dress speeding away I saw you and thought of home where the border was softer and where you could slip into a long yesterday ___what a hole a dream leaves I was a hawk as God’s arrow my feathers left…
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little boy
little boy territory denial and a man true to his mother the shutter is actually arranged to interrupt light and the apple-worm is a pinkish-white finger the poster may have said until a girl (and her doll) wearing pajamas was common to find in graves Holst, Mars (06 August 1945 – present day) crushing rail,…
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Cordite ‘Toil’ Subs Close Tomorrow
Subs for Cordite’s Toil issue are closing tomorrow at midnight, so if you haven’t already maybe check your folders for some great poetry you might have on a pretty classic theme. I’ve thrown my hat in this time (with what I hope are a couple of strong pieces) because the theme really appeals to me…
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