The Theory of Electromagnetism
You see power lines and I see twilight clinging to itself. You see a cardinal and call it a representative and I say visitant and eventually we agree on angel.
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Thanksgiving in Hometowns
For thrum of yellow through sycamores and slant of sunlight through milk jug’s rounded edges. For gold-ignited summer and star-spangled boneweed on the road.
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David Boyer has been published in Adelaide Literary Magazine, Headway and haiku journals including Frogpond, Modern Haiku, The Heron’s Nest, Bones, is/let, and Roadrunner. If No One Watches something like urgency through October leaves don’t look away reach back the draft in the cool morning when nouns were on your side tell the coffee cup […]
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Andrew Weatherly hears inspiration from dying trees, Hawaiian shirts, fires, and other poets. He is blessed to live in the hood, teach adults to read, dance in the streets in Asheville, NC, and occasionally slip off on pilgrimages to sacred mountains. He’s been published in BlazeVox, Belle Reve, Axe Factory, Former People, Danse Macabre, Cordite, the […]
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Kort Ploshay grew up with a telephone party line, the local library, a slide rule (a slight improvement over the abacus) and the US Post Office for communication. Now he designs cutting edge enterprise software solutions for the United States Army. Kort was an active Bard from 1963 through 1975, singing folk songs, writing and […]
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Annie Blake is an Australian writer, thinker and researcher. She is a wife and mother of five children. She started school as an EAL student and was raised and, continues to live in a multicultural and industrial location in the West of Melbourne. Her main interests include psychoanalysis and metaphysics. She is currently focusing on in medias res […]
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Thomas Fucaloro is the author of two books of poetry published by Three Rooms Press, most recently It Starts from the Belly and Blooms. The winner of a performance grant from the Staten Island Council of the Arts and the NYC Department of Cultural Affairs, he has been on five national slam teams. He holds an […]
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Back From The Dead I wait, patient as leaves. You like to speak of pleasant topics, & keep the thicket of the heart unmentioned. My breasts have changed, their fullest moment wasted. We will have to make our peace, me & the skeleton, me & the hourglass. I cracked the ice, a blow that brought […]
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Frost pastes a mosaic of downed old leaves rimmed in rime. Like teacup dregs and tarot cards splayed on sugared tables, readings of left behinds, these patchworks pinch in icy grout. Leafy feathers fly, wings wish, ash fires and golden glooms to muted stars and folded moons, fans of ginko grace, sweet-gummed prickles, silver bristles […]
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1. These: your muscles like prairies, your land like muscles, your fragile body. 2. crook trees then bony dried leaves, then balding the ground, green glass hooking every knee 3. A woman today Georgette unimaginable Yet always leaves late with face hardens So much Of every child sings let it go let it go […]
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