Nostalgia I believe I have moved beyond the shouting now. the lines are nicely blurred, the corners rubbed smooth. cohesion, let’s be frank, was never my guiding principle, the better to watch and count where others name. the shouting was a gasp of air, not of a man held under, but like someone passing a more »
Baudelaire: His Prose & Poetry 1919 Edition
Title: Baudelaire: His Prose and Poetry Author: Charles Baudelaire Contributor: Frank Pearce Sturm Editor: Thomas Robert Smith Release Date: October 3, 2014 [EBook #47032] Language: English BAUDELAIRE: HIS PROSE AND POETRY Edited by T. R. SMITH BONI AND LIVERIGHT PUBLISHERS NEW YORK 1919 [Pg vii] CONTENTS AVE ATQUE VALE. A Poem by A. C. Swinburne more »
Michael Farrell ~ Three Poems
The Concept Of The Queue As A Justification For Linearity Catching a bus offsets the cost of addiction. The Australian Stands at the front yet belongs at the back. Things Can be learned from browsing the fronts of books, but There’s no free ride when it comes to Reading Entering a bus in the middle’s more »
Samuel Wagan Watson ~ A Poem
Gulag Wind In memory of Liam and Frankie Davison…Flight MHI7 Between 1932-33 an estimated 7 million people were murdered or perished on Stalin’s concentration camps in the Ukraine. And almost 80% of the region’s intellectuals were handed death sentences, a majority without trial… Executioners are forensic raconteurs; their charges’ last words and breaths are always more »
Jeff Klooger ~ Five Poems
The First Experiment Pick a word or phrase at random* ― or try. Can it be done? Can you do it? If everything means something ― since meaning is ubiquitous, unstoppable, profuse, prolific, virulent ― all ostensibly senseless acts are really ciphers, keys unlocking declarations, stories, cries, befuddled rants, the whole storehouse and factory of more »
A. G Pettet ~ Five Poems
In The Wake of Small Craft I can still hear cicadas in the churchyard from where I sit on the stone wall. A black river embedded in my skin and lonely the ferryman. — Dawn Was Dragging Her Wings Among The Tears Old ways mixed into new metaphor, old habits hiding ancient truth. Beneath the more »
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Robert Adamson ~ Two Poems
The Long Bay Debating Society I spent my twenty-first in Long Bay Penitentiary Each day in the front yards We paced up and down At night I read novels And the poetry of Percy Shelley Sometimes an education officer Would turn up and ask What are you going to do with your future? I’d tell more »
Mark Pirie ~ Poems
The Entrance Over here friend Just swim over here There, do you feel better now? I have been waiting for you Yes, I want to tell you something Come, listen! take this goddess she means nothing to me, drink my wine you see, the world is awaking, distant frames of energy a montage of power more »