In Memory of Li Po, My Drunken Bodhisattva Buddhist bamboo stands strong Yet sways flexible right or wrong. Resisting breaks the stalk, Surrendering, giving-in creates paths. Scientific, philosophic, theologic Thoughts do not reveal my walk. How I am to exist. What I am to do. How I am to live and for what I [...]
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The Drunken Eye
April 25th, 2008 don hagelberg · No Comments
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The Craft of Wooden Word Working
April 24th, 2008 don hagelberg · No Comments
In Memory of Hank Lampi, Carpenter The Jack plane smoothes wood Cut rough by the teeth of the saw, While shavings, like words, stare out From tight curls—up from the floor.
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BOOK PASSAGE
April 23rd, 2008 charles frederickson · No Comments
>< Homespun globe circumnavigating lonesome planet Finding refuge in secluded den Perusing travelogues bound multicolored atlases Whale of Telltale library classics >< >< Earthborn into secure landlocked circumstance Lubbers faraway from oceans favoring Freshwater lakes over saltern fishpond Yellow-belly sunfish to killer sharks >< >< >< Words cannot express wondrous vastitude Rearranged givens craving subterranean exploration Needful privacy [...]
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SPIN CYCLE
April 22nd, 2008 charles frederickson · 1 Comment
Earth’s spit-polished veneer chipped away Without skin we cannot live Sea levels rise coastlines retreat Overflowing glacial teardrops flooding basins >< >< >< >< >< Spitfire core molten anima meltdown Crust scraped like burnt toast Streaming butter sugary cinnamon sprinkles Teapot spout letting off steam <> <> <> <> <> Wanton destruction of lonesome planet Diminishing water supplies agricultural clashes Recycled excuses uprooted [...]
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UPFALL
April 21st, 2008 charles frederickson · No Comments
Unlined silver satin cloud sprinkle Stained dirty linen wrung out Hand-me-down drizzle grown out of Drip-dry fabric wrinkles steam ironed > > > > > Varicose veined old leafs overturned Serrate edges rusty switchblade hitters Bent twisted tongues stirring honey Yawning crotchety slingshot stoning outcasts < < < < < Hemmed in by evergreen canopy [...]
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Invest in Chalkboards
April 18th, 2008 peter bray · 1 Comment
All we need to know is on a chalkboard somewhere. All we need to do is to find the right one, rearrange the equations, extrapolate the conversations, and update the vocabulary. Not settle for mediocrity as a way of life. Throw the mediocre bums out of office. Find a cure for cancer, end world hunger, [...]
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STANLEY ANN DUNHAM (1942 – 1995)
April 17th, 2008 charles frederickson · No Comments
Sprung from apparent inspirational stimulus Obamama described as original feminist Taproot source wondrous probing curiosity Unconventional revelatory truthitudes discovery learnt Heir-conditioned daring free spirited breakaway Embracing not shunning cultural diversity Chillaxing all that jazz cool Struggle to make a difference Generously empowering others celebrating life Championed rural development core issues Created sustainable microfinance [...]
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From Billy Ralph & The Pizza Factory III
April 16th, 2008 bill vartnaw · No Comments
for Barry way out in space out so far that if a man went that far & came back to talk about it he’d be younger than his grandchildren …that far out in space a red giant implodes slow grey clouds rumble in gale-warning wind over the lens of Palomar but when the game isn’t [...]
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Billy Ralph & The Pizza Factory Prologue
April 15th, 2008 bill vartnaw · No Comments
dust devils dance on the floor of decayed chicken houses kicking up heels of white feathers, the smell of the daily grind that had encyclopedias calling this place: The Egg Basket of the World Captain Bill & Billy Ralph stand, crow bars in hand, ignoring the growth of golden rolling hills, eucalyptic sprouts… 40 feet [...]
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Polythene Bag
April 14th, 2008 christopher barnes · No Comments
Unscrunched – At-a-pinch an illusory surface. Rucks are crushed points, downstream. An air-oozing atlas Of fingerprints, smears. A bubble ground to its pinpoint In some see-through, unrevealed way.
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Landslides
April 11th, 2008 kevin gallagher · No Comments
this is a portion of part 1 of a 4 part poem focus, i am a house of rubble, pull out from beneath the ruined pangs of sobriety, set on collapsing your aura clear into an ocean of visual and sonic phenomena. prisms and mirrors abound, buried under the color of headlights in rainwater at [...]
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Ablution
April 9th, 2008 venise evangelista · No Comments
growing up inadequacies motions slow unbalanced questioning clouds moving far grasping grays is it better to know or flow with blind hope to follow each day’s residue until maybe’s tomorrow but a kite can fly only with its steady anchor as the leashed can never be lost free as one can be- cautious hesitation, contemplation [...]
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Reason
April 8th, 2008 amanda paige · No Comments
What do I do when I don’t have a clue? sit here, and I wanna be angry, but it’s so hard tonight. There are so many reasons to cry, tonight, not one can I find. not a reason. Wonder Why… I don’t hear an angry word all I see is beautiful everything is dissolved in [...]
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Landslides
April 7th, 2008 kevin gallagher · No Comments
this is a portion of part 1 of a 4 part poem lastly but not a blue floral moon, incandescent and silently struck the pavement before digressing its directive was somber, says go and be tides sweeping your fatal tectonic plates, forks, knives and spoons, written on a napkin “we will not bother you.” [...]
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Blood Stained Twenties
April 4th, 2008 phillip ghee · No Comments
I got crack. I got smack. I gotta pocket full of twenties. I got dis corner and, my boyz, they got my back. So let’s be realistic, don’t need me no mystic . Got my glock for ballastics. I don’t plan on becoming nobody F-in statistic. So don’t try to stop it. Yo! My pockets phat and, your 9 to [...]
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