Autumn will come Trees will bow down Layering their colourful leaves On the ground. Winter will come Snowflakes will fall Covering the city In a blanket of white. Spring will come Flowers will bloom Filling the hearts of loved ones With joy. Summer will come Swimming pools Bar-b-ques Autumn will return Again More at https://www.facebook.com/groups/fallen_angel_poetry.
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Bob Hershon (pictured here, with Elizabeth Swados, prior to their reading at KGB Bar last Monday evening), has been selecting our Sunday poems from Hanging Loose. Photo credit: Star Black This poem by Wilma Elizabeth McDaniel appeared first in Hanging Loose 47 in 1985 and later in her book, A Primer for Buford. WRITING POETRY ON NEW PAPER Rich…
Dante Di Stefano, Midwhistle (University of Wisconsin Press, 2023). H. L. Hix, Bored In Arcane Cursive Under Lodgepole Bark (Middle Creek Publishing, 2023) H. L. Hix: Not two weeks before we began this conversation, I read Carl Phillips’ My Trade Is Mystery, in which, describing his poetic development, Phillips carefully makes it explicit that the…
The Judith Wright Poetry Prize was established in 2007 by Overland magazine, one of Australia’s more inspired quarterlies and among the nation’s best homes for poetry, as an annual award recognizing new and emerging poets. In 2021, Overland published Groundswell: The Overland Judith Wright Poetry Prize 2007-2020, an anthology which collected not only the winning…
_________________________________________________ Lunch in a Town Named After a Company Slowly Poisoning Its Residents I saw a cow once on a hilltop casually stretch her neck to face behind herself so that her hind leg might…
As the mob sludge-hovels homeex-executioners wash their hands in the clubhousewhile guillotine stray dogs roam. CATS SCRATCH CATS!BATS BATTER BATS!And beer mats get soaked in ale foam. As the saints come marching inone has blessed a mousewhile can-can dancers have anointed a tin. STEAM TRAINS STEAM!GILT-HEAD BREAM BREAM!Washed up with a gleam and a bottle…
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