Weary of grandma’s antique Woodstock stories,
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Author: Mitch Sisskind
Weary of grandma’s antique Woodstock stories,
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Author: Mitch Sisskind
They asked me the most important feature, and I said Give yourself the grace to be imperfect improving over time No one gets everything right out the gate. The post Graceful | Roger Still appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
You are swallowed in the belly of Desire – and hollowed out inside because all you have tasted is the cold and consuming feast of fame. Your ego is a whale that swims in the seas of samsara – I fear you have forgotten that the rules of this game demand your consent. And in…
I told Alan that when I was general editor of the U of Michigan Press’s Poets on Poetry series, I offered to publish Richard Howard’s Collected Blurbs. He liked the idea. Then we played a game of comparative blurbs. Alan won. “A Coney Island of the groin, Angkor Wat of the eyelash, So Much to…
I’m a certain red-headed species of human who wishes she looked good in hats whose hair is not a natural color whose smile is not a natural smile. The post Species | Angelica Fuse appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
So many dead people caught in the crossfire created by the the money men, the arms traders, the super ego-ed politicians. They lie dead where they fell. Flesh and blood transformed to fertilizer to nurture the seeds and grow the crops, in a future they will not see. Their bones decaying to dust to form…
It’s a cloudy day, coldly winds blow, the people hold their breath, looking from distance their fate, the fear of the shade covers the earth, and suddenly from the depths of unborn worlds a secret language says, the unity is our guide. More at https://twitter.com/AKarpouzos. The post It’s a Cloudy Day | Alexis Karpouzos appeared…