Month: April 2023
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Transient Serenade
Barely past dawn on that wine-dark sea, I heard the sea shanty of distant sailors, on a ship I could not see… “Shiver me timbers this sea breeze so cold!” On, on, pull the line on “Will I see a rich port before I get old?” Give me a hand, and pull the line on…
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A Crushing Encounter
As if there were any other way, and yet, there is not… His quickness to turn over the keys, that telltale odor on his breath; his tongue in a flutter of release, conversing with an overtone of death. How his face locks up like struck flintlock or cringes up as he lets loose more tears.…
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Long Day Journeys
A leaf afloat on the river drowning A trombone cry of cold whispering among ripples Jamie Treveal On an Acer keyboard In Suffern typing out a leaf afloat not drowning beyond the current beside an inlet an oak gnarled roots penetrating softened, dampened earth wifies and shorties pull out handfuls of hair over one man…
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Yet Another List
Oh, yes: humanity definitely needs another list of the best Star Wars films. But what would be the point? Another squabble over the inadequacy of the sequels? More diatribes over how Disney kills the famous Intellectual property? And where would the various animation and live-action TV shows fall on such a list? Could an adequate…
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Poesia
poetry a heart-carving with language a son’s tears the weight of my hand on his shoulder this language so useless as salve for shattered hope yet starlight an illumination in the dark & memory a torch against forgetting inspired by Makoto Ooka’s Poezie, courtesy of Poetry International Day 6 of
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The Last Laugh?
a lion dying on the savannah a hyena’s laugh and a hunter’s scope suddenly turns away for day 5 of
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Absurd depositions
Sometimes, you just have to say it: A laugh about fighting in shadeand then an unholy shout.Assured to leave death delayed,a laugh about fighting in shade.No reason to put on a pout:how would that even persuadeA laugh about fighting in shadeand then an unholy shout? Other times, you just shouldn’t. daylightthe first green grasson the…
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Not Words
faithless words betraying whatever they name like cowardice sliding off the brave man and woman across an open field life’s water their closed eyes turned away as words condemn them a reverse poem of Jane Hirschfield’s words Day 3 of
Frank J. Tassone 