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Miasmal afternoons in run-down shade of clutter and rickety porches, smells of sex, and filthy carpets, loose floors, leaning walls… Strawberry Blonde, Poetry, Guys, Reading, Fictional Characters, Reading Books, Boyfriends, Poetry Books, Fantasy Characters
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Ben Mazer

THE STRAWBERRY BLONDE Miasmal afternoons in run-down shadeof clutter and rickety porches, smells of sex,and filthy carpets, loose floors, leaning walls,interminably appointmentless an

She loves the music box forever, she’s crying on my shoulder -The Blue Nile… Year Of The Dragon, Playwright, Screenwriting, Blue Nile, Professional Development, Love Her, Poetry, Songs
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Roddy Lumsden

HALFWAY THROUGH THE YEAR OF THE DRAGON She loves the music box forever, she's crying on my shoulder-The Blue Nile, 'Stay'You can mythologise anywhere but you cannot

Niall Campbell is a Scottish poet originally from South Uist in the Western Isles. His first collection was the inaugural winner of the Edwin Morgan Poetry Prize. Scottish Poetry Library, Robert Louis Stevenson, House By The Sea, Guest Speakers, Creative Writing, Poems, Writer, People, Footprints

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AESTHETICS, ON A SIDE STREET OFF GLASGOW GREEN The sky is starred by the shells of the BochesThe marvellous forest where I live is giving a ball— Apollinaire, La Nuit d’avril 1

From one direction a body made of gold. Months too early and no sacrifice mending this. It wasn’t no wind; there was wind— above the… Jon Snow, Poetry, Reading, Fictional Characters, Jhon Snow, Reading Books, Poetry Books, Fantasy Characters, Poems
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Michael D. Snediker

DRIFT From one directiona body made of gold.From anotherboats in snow.Months too early andno sacrifice mendingthis.It wasn’tno wind;there was wind—

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Bobby Parker

ANOTHER PLANETHe has been studying the lostgirls again, says he’s puzzledby their music. Partial to the scars.Their high voices that draguntil they break off.

 I note three pearls, bunched at the doctor’s throat, the dark nape of the fair nurse, curling tightly. Archive, Poetry, Gems, Gemstones, Rhinestones, Poetry Books, Poems, Emerald
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Alison Brackenbury

NO CHEMOTHERAPY ‘Then can I go home?’ she asks them brightly.I note three pearls, bunched at the doctor’s throat,the dark nape of the fair nurse, curling tightly.The silence str

You need an example of how this knotted world Adumbrates the meanings of words? I have one: “Afghan. Poetry, American, Reading, Reading Books, Poetry Books, Poems
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Daniel Bosch

GHAZAL: "AFGHAN" You need an example of how this knotted worldAdumbrates the meanings of words? I have one: "Afghan."Seventy-three per cent of AmericanFamilies possess greater than

The magpie on the gallows has seen it all, but now remembers nothing; the bright beads of his eyes swivelling remorselessly from one catastrophe to another. David Cooke, Gallows, Magpie, His Eyes, Poetry, Button Down Shirt, Men Casual, Reading, Mens Tops
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David Cooke

AFTER BRUEGEL The magpie on the gallowshas seen it all, but nowremembers nothing;the bright beadsof his eyes swivellingremorselesslyfrom one catastropheto another. And th

Jan Tēsnohlídek Poems, Reading, Poetry, Verses, Reading Books
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Jan Tesnohlidek

3 poems-Translated from Czech by Tereza Novická____________________________________________________________________sidewalks full of dead birds sometimesa girl makes a boy th

The true way to brush your teeth is like painting the Golden Gate Bridge. One side always gets more fluoride than the other. When you reach Marin’s scrublands… Golden Gate, Maya, Poetry, Reading, Reading Books, Poetry Books, Poems, Maya Civilization
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KAREN GREENBAUM-MAYA

TRUE WAY The true way to brush your teeth is like painting the Golden Gate Bridge. One side always gets more fluoride than the other. When you reach Marin'

There was no such thing as salt, nor was there a taste called salt, nor did anyone wish his meat or his bread salted or its bitterness soothed by salt… Bitterness, Salt, Poetry, Reading, Salts, Reading Books, Poetry Books, Poems
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Keith Driver

THE EMPEROR OF THE EMPIRE There was no such thing as salt, norwas there a taste called salt, nor did anyonewish his meat or his bread saltedor its bitterness soothed by salt, norwer

It begins with a fire in the dry brush at dusk, smoke from the burning. The brick yard where I’m sitting is gritty with sand and the stubborn stalks of weeds. Brick Yard, Dry Brushing, Banks, Poetry, Reading, Reading Books, Poetry Books, Poems
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Clare Banks

SONNET It begins with a fire in the dry brushat dusk, smoke from the burning. The brickyard where I’m sitting is gritty with sandand the stubborn stalks of weeds. I watchthe fire

BUDAPEST it’s morning and my knee hurts when I move itthe right one but only when I move itso I stop moving my right leg but nowthere’s this dull ache under my left shoulder bladein a spot I can’t reach to rub or massageand I’m alone or My Knee Hurts, Poetry, Reading, Reading Books, Poetry Books, Poems
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Siegfried Mortkowitz

BUDAPEST it’s morning and my knee hurts when I move itthe right one but only when I move itso I stop moving my right leg but nowthere’s this dull ache under my left should

I was at Disney World, by myself. I had been there a long time. Poetry, Reading, Reading Books, Poetry Books, Poems
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Joshua Weiner

A PAINTER, ON HER ANNIVERSARYMy first painting, that one. I rememberthe feeling that the light was creatingthe shade, somehow, of coming into November,of always turning, never

 Those farmers grew wheat for your flour… Poetry, Reading, Reading Books, Poetry Books, Poems
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Lea Marshall

FIRST FLUSH There they hover, the invisible makers.This man strung your piano. This weldersoldered your car door. Those farmers grewwheat for your flour, cotton for your shirts.

At the Casa Grande disco, men hold on to other men’s behinds, and women hold on to men’s behinds, and everyone is holding on to what it means to be dancing and… Poetry, Long Hair Styles, Reading, Beauty, Women, Women's, Long Hairstyle, Reading Books, Woman
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Hannah Gamble

CASA GRANDE At the Casa Grande disco, men hold onto other men’s behinds, and womenhold on to men’s behinds,and everyone is holding onto what it means to be dancingand holding