I recline all the way back on my levered Lounger to do what I do best: count stipples In the stucco overhead. When I enumerate Those raised dots thronging toward infinity, I feel empowered on my leatherette seat of Sovereignty. Turn off your TV, slam shut That book, throw away that sugary treat, and Lean …
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On Schubert’s Birthday Even the dog is asleepon the last day of January,Franz Schubert’s birthday.The classical stationwill surely play his string quartetsand songs, and if I have to drive,the electrons of my mind canescape into the orbit of Franz Schubert.The effect of sun on snowis bright yellow light, but thenthe white stuff comes downwith the…
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There’s a sad pattern of loss and poverty as inevitable as dry skin along the hairline Are they too close to see it, too close to embrace a change… or do they see it, too tired or discouraged to even reach for it? The post Pattern | Cattail Jester appeared first on Best Poetry. Go…
55 people shot this weekend, quick start to the New Year. Seems like old news in Chicago land, place where the random get killed. What does this say about us, that it happens on our watch? Not far from home, another world, but right here in our back yard. Why are there no marches, no…
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Here is a dispatch from Peter Johnson…. The Question of the Day: Why would Peter Johnson, an established poet with a decent reputation, give away a book of fragments/prose poems called Observations at the Edge of the Abyss, when he has a loyal press who wants to publish it. (FREE DOWNLOAD HERE) https://works.bepress.com/peter-johnson-PC/1/ Perhaps the best way…
