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rosy-cole's picture
May.01.2013
Hawthorn - May Day, 2013     She is stark to the bone, gaunt in Gethsemane, like fibrous lightning honed by tungsten winds against inconstant skies, still tall among her peers, still proud among the juvenescent hazel sprigs and serpent's tooth brambles straining for sunlight, frantic for...
susan-sonnen's picture
Apr.30.2013
Once upon a time, I met a chicken. I cannot remember her name, but it was lovely. It was a Spanish name. She roamed the courtyard of her Chicago home, fearing nothing, for her master was close by. He told me that she followed him to the school to pick up his twelve year old son, reminding me of...
susan-sonnen's picture
Apr.29.2013
Hiraeth. I see the tulips and the red berries. The rusting swing set between the lilac bushes. One was purple and one was white. I smell the chlorine wafting from the town’s swimming pool a half mile away. My cats (different cats in different years) turn the corner of the house into the back yard...
susan-sonnen's picture
Apr.28.2013
(I think that this is a good beginning for a children's poem. :) one small beeelicits such gleefor he announcesthe arrival of spring
kelly-jean-rice's picture
Apr.28.2013
My lengthily journey through the pulsing territory Was hot Was juxtaposed And spread with fear Inkling down the trail I rip the path up with my body down hill And I want you My last word I can not remember I’ll never remember Lost in solitude I want to go on forever like this Shooting myself in...
susan-sonnen's picture
Apr.28.2013
Thin this harrowing marrowof transparent oathseither made in hasteor known as waste i guess you sawmy rare marchagainst the truthmy borrowed veracity (c)2013
susan-sonnen's picture
Apr.27.2013
sparrowsfrolicking and sexing -spring
kelly-jean-rice's picture
Apr.27.2013
Leather taste I knew it Leather base My eyes are finally open People here have lived a while Longer, -before White People I know big brains And small I don’t know mine at all In the inner of my ear, it pops, and also too my jaw ‘Round gears move me Movement Physical Movement I’m large
kelly-jean-rice's picture
Apr.27.2013
Along come dwelling bells I sat further across the aging link Please don’t take me And faster the heart beats He’s to meet and greet me Today Here of all places And the rain is falling No end to suffering I call out and gasp Are you there dear fellow “Here I am”
susan-sonnen's picture
Apr.26.2013
no tulips -someday, a houseof my own