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Keeping Pace

12.14.12 Posted in today's words by

Scott Owens’ most recent poem to appear here was The Hard Times to Come (August 2012).Keeping PaceBy Scott Owens I’m slowing down,not because I have to,not because the jointsof my bones take longer to bend,not because rising from bedI’ve become like a crane slowlyunfolding and lifting from water,but because I’ve learnedhow much everything likes to be touched gently, […]


Signs

12.13.12 Posted in today's words by

Christopher Roe’s most recent poem to appear here was Undercover Poet (December 2012).SignsBy Christopher Roe Down With ThisUp With ThatProtests and ContestsDo Not EnterLaw and OrderOut of OrderThin IceSoft ShoulderSharp CurveWatch Your HeadKeep Off the GrassSmoke Free ZoneDo Not Feed the AnimalsNo Left TurnsNo Right TurnsNo U-TurnsNo Deposit, No ReturnsNo Shirt, No Shoes, No ServiceDeliveries in RearBeware […]


Summer’s Swan Song

12.12.12 Posted in today's words by

Sandy Patton’s poem Gossip Girls appeared here in November 2012. Summer’s Swan SongBy Sandy Patton Sultry breath blows hot, encircles and entices, implores us to touch her warmth, surrender to her season of pleasure. Whispered promises of paradise draw us closer to her fier; we yield. Singed by the smoldering pull of her heat, certain we can […]


Cats

12.11.12 Posted in today's words by

Ray Sharp’s most recent poem to appear here was Mayflies (May 2012).CatsBy Ray Sharp My night was plagued by cats.Cats on my couch.Cats on my legs.Cats on my pillow.Cats on my face.Cats in my dreams.Cats speaking in German, calling, All aboard.Cats in Parliament, wearing powdered wigs.Cats meowing love songs to the moon.


The Border Land

12.10.12 Posted in today's words by

Darryl Willis’ most recent poem to appear here was Dlya moyi doicheri (November 2012).The Border LandBy Darryl Willis The land between,for centuries trampled and abused.The golden steppes, a killing field: burning ground and burial moundrazed by Tatar-Teutonic hands,broken by hammered steel.Beneath the sky lie fields of wheatcrimson in the setting sun,but underneath Dnieper-deepthe blood of Bogatyr flowmerging with […]


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