Poems
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Snow
By Emilia JohanssonIt is painting the landscape white
and you are painting me in bright
snow, just fallen, is perfect like cream on a cake
your colours are bright, shining all in blue like a clear lake -
Ghost boy
By David StavangerI knew this boy
a boy who never knew me
reflected in the cracked stained glass
of a city train full of morning corpses -
The Me War
By Emilia JohanssonI want to be a soldier in my own struggling war
I wish to defeat the strong navy which is stationed in my heart
Every heartbeat sends out an army
Army "I don't know" and Army "fear and sorrow" -
5:03 (All Stops To Dapto)
By David StavangerThe girl waves at the walking
beer can
leering from the stained window of a nowhere train.
Her skirt, hemmed high above the clouds the -
walking barefoot through the snow
By Kathleen Bleakley1. on the highest peak we found stillness.
it was later, when we were descending, the wind shifted, cloud came over you.
the sunny face didn't last as long as it took us to climb back down.
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Mothers
By Juliana Doupedo to fill in the quiet,
where do I come from?
Mothers, like me,
in gestures and heart shaped faces and thinking -
Sagacious Ramblings
By Gerard ElsonWhen the world was flat and Columbus sailed
I had baggy-pants rags and the man who they'd nailed
To the rotating bed rolled down the catwalk
And took blood from the goose out of 'Jack and the Beanstalk' -
Border Poems
By Stuart Cooke1.
People at the Bus Shelter; Raining
Trapped under the bus shelter, -
These were the Westerns I wish I had wrote
By Ben DoranDear Diarist,
too soon full moon..not
tonight.
I am writing to you in secret, under the threat of death, in absentia, corpus delirium, help me cherubim stop dash seraphim, things with fins and cartoon-ish lords of sin (breathe) lance me for I am struggling to breathe and aching to cleave skin from bone. Tonight I feel alone. And so, to dialogue, let… -
Waterspray
By Kathleen BleakleyI remember us
cycling home from college
summertime, through sprinklers
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Nana died while I was tripping
By Kelly-Lee HickeyShe died alone in a wheelchair.
She was smoking herself to death.
In a world of few choices
She took one. -
Rope Burn
By Ryan ScottAgain Captain Again!
Again Captain Again!
Sea foam, screaming, salt bubbles, salt washed -
En Saga För örat
By Emilia JohanssonJag ligger och lyssnar på ett regn som inte slutar
Vad gråter himlen för idag?
Det domnar i mina öron
Det är inga droppar, allt blir bara en massa -
The problem with transportation
By Kelly-Lee HickeyI always kiss you at the train station
Where our lives intersect.
You always go the other way. -
Bottle o' Beer
By Bradley JelfsA work toughened hand
just grasped
another metallic crowned
twist top -
Vixen
By Lainie Cameronpop open the cork
hear it swoon
and whistle
until it hits its head -
Journal Poem (Sad)
By Juliet A. PaineI drive to the sea.
Thinking of John Berryman,
Jeff Buckley, Virginia Woolf.
What is it about water? -
Night
By Lainie Cameronno-one seems to embrace you
your slick reserve and enigmatic shadows
blanketing love and lovers words, their
lips and hands and flower-stemmed fingers
