AS CINZAS DO SOL by Roseangelina Batista
AS CINZAS DO SOLby Roseangelina Batista As Cinzas do SolCegam o céu;Secam o sal de Pernem.Dão bocadinhos à luaDe açafrão e cal.Cai, cai pó-ente, Põe cinzas d’ouroNos tetracantos da mente.Cinzas da ÍndiaSerpenteiam em minhas águas:Brindes de taças...
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STILL LIFE by Sarette Albin
STILL LIFEby Sarette Albin
Still Life
In the morning’s stillness I slipped outFrom your loose embrace and leftYou sleeping in, face craned upward,Chin exposed and underbelly white.The space my head had lain a moment before,Nothing now...
MAKING LOVE by George Payne
MAKING LOVEby George Payne
Making Love
the way astarving coyoteneeds the Mooncrimson &skeletalyour handswere needed
Simplehands
risingon thechest
your jeanskicked offthe bed
you wereneeded
chrome ionplated
stainless witha leather strap
at the edgeof the pillow
stuck betweenthe hours
in theamber of now
a vaporoussweet oliveblack night
My...
EPHRAM PRATT REMEMBERS TWISTING & TURNING by Jack E Lorts
EPHRAM PRATT REMEMBERS TWISTING & TURNINGby Jack E Lorts
Ephram Pratt Speaks of Whispering
Quiet the noiseof the carburetor,
or is it a carbunclehe asked,
in muted silence,of a passing
stranger,one with shaggy locks,
looking as ifhis eyes emerged
from an...
THE SHALLOW by Ambrose Gibbs
THE SHALLOWby Ambrose Gibbs
The shallow earth to live for what life is worth, for the birth of a child in this wild society full of poverty to be shallow on the roads of anxiety...
SOUTHERN RAINS by Fabrice Poussin
Gnawing at the Flesh
Teeth gnaw at the flesh belowhungry to erase what was once sweet.
There is a throbbing beatingat the rhythm of a dying heart.
It feeds to grow like a playing ballmade of rebar...
PULL OVER by Peter Mladinic
PULL OVERby Peter Mladinic
Pull Over
Pull over in daylight.Take the exit ramp.Pull over. I need to tell you something.Pull into the rest area, please.
By the time you get backinto parkway traffic,life as you’ve known itwill...
AMERICAN IN BRAZIL by David Lee Garrison
AMERICAN IN BRAZILby David Lee Garrison
Last Look, Lisbon, 1965
The troopship was leaving Lisbonfor the war in Angola,its deck covered with soldiersgazing back. Heavy sun fellon their shoulders, and their shadowsdarkened the armored steelthat knifed...
FROM ABOVE by Roger Singer
FROM ABOVEby Roger Singer
FROM ABOVE the bones of wordsremain behindlike rumpled sheetswithout memory of sleepas day tossesa mixed salad of walkingand arriving the hours melt intothe water of day time slows foranxious eyeswhile rain marks windowsand umbrellas...
SPOT ON MY BACK by George Thomas
SPOT ON MY BACKby George Thomas
SPOT ON MY BACK three timesI've lost the whole shooting matchas Zorba might saythe whole catastrophe multipliedthere's a spot on my backthat hasn't been washedsince my last divorceI go through...