The Purple Plums of Pierre Bonnard

Kids in the yard got nothing on me, I’m not it either When I tell them they look at me with confusion, then slowly back away. The post Not It | Alan Inman appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

                                    ________________________________________________   Poem Beginning in Loneliness       Let’s start with the loneliness                      of beauty                             o human in this mottled world              how deep and cold the…

There is no good way to fall out of bed except to not fall at all. The first time was when I stayed over and woke up in a tumble of sheets, writhing in a cocoon on the floor, tearful and unsure of where I was. I remember figures in the dark, crying softly like…

“R.OSA” with Claudia Marsicano, by Silvia Gribaudi. Photo © Laila Pozzo Ideas will get into the air. No sooner do I start thinking about criticism and difference (Festival Every Body 2024: Performing with difference), then all sorts of complexities wink on in the gloom: era, psychic construction, typology… you name it. For instance, when I…

Yes! I believe in Romeo, as Juliet said when she lay in the coffin pretending to be dead. That Tonto is no good, said the ambush chief and I, guzzling gas, can get no relief. The father figure who looked like Charlie Chan walked like Charlie Chaplin when he kicked the can. Lindsay Lohan is…