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Weaving | Angelica Fuse
Where is racism when my world weaves a tapestry with yours? The post Weaving | Angelica Fuse appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
Minotaur | JD DeHart
In olden days, he waited for the bravest. But they stopped coming. They were too distracted with their mobile devices, their games, and hardly went outside anymore. Soon, he declared, it was time to stop waiting, for he had not been killed and respawned in decades. So, the fearsome one strode from his sanctum. He…
Grafting & Crafting | Paul Tristram
Up to his neck and elbows in notebooks, scrap pieces of paper, scrawled upon serviettes and even old cardboard pub beermats. There are battlements of stacked books surrounding his oasis work desk which houses a third eye telescope he uses to survey his life backwards and in randomly selected bits and pieces. Piles of envelopes,…
The Smiths – I’d Risk My Driving License For You
This poem was written for a collection I did 2010/11 with poems written inspired by groups and singers I love as if they’d written the poem or lyrics. Remembered this poem because of Andy Rourke’s passing this weekend, fact he was only 59 like me, and the photo was taken in a cemetery in honour…
Sonnet After Milton [by Mitch Sisskind]
Waiting is one of Judaism’s great themes As when Abraham waited to be the father Of a great nation which God promised him Or he also waited to be the father of a child Both of which finally happened but only when He…
The Unremembered Elegance of Cinema Screen Curtains | Steve Denehan
Velvet. Of course, they were velvet. That electric silence when they started to part. It was glorious. The curtains beckoned us to other worlds. We were grateful and eager and we walked through. We, the audience, an intrepid newborn community of explorers and optimists. Rarely though, did the film deliver on the curtain’s promise, And…