- 8 years ago Sticky: OC Poetry Thread
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Two Poems – Sarah V. Schweig
Let me tell you about the Infinite Network of Doors. All day, in the Infinite Network of Doors, I was busy lying to myself about myself, in addition to my commitments lying to others.
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Meg Johnson: Five Poems
I see a wire under my skin. From the top of my underwear inching up my center, a painless stem. I worry I am not real...
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Everything Is Erotic Therefore Everything Is Exhausting
An attempt to catalog everything erotic in the world, by Johanna Hedva.
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Three Poems by Kirstin Allio
Our houseguest wears a tiny cross on a thread of a chain like something that stuck to her collarbone while she was swimming.
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Wavy Minds – Julien Aklei
Do you remember you walked me to the car your arm around my waist; I promised to call I never told you that I felt our lives were so small...
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A Cross-Dressing Ghost Orchid in Bloom & other poems, by Justin Karcher.
Somewhere in space, there are tiny worlds Swarming around an adolescent version of our own sun. This sun has dreams for the future, of leaving the fear behind And taking to the open road, because the universe is a weird place, Weirder than America, weirder than the illusion we have here on earth, And that weirdness should be explored...
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Sarah Tolmie: from Trio
Have you ever seen a grafted tree? They’re rare. I once saw one that bore apples and pears. It was truly weird and strangely beautiful, Twice-fruited. Copious, plentiful, Glorious. Could that be...
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Time – by Travis Jeppesen
Where synthesis is bland, one can always hijack it. No one ever really knows what time it is – that’s because no one belongs to it. Time. It is a rope, something that leads us…to the sand.
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Everything I say is a lie - by Kris Bigalk
even though I remember clearly the blossoms on the crooked apple tree each spring, and how I finally was tall enough my eighth year to reach the low branch and swing myself up into the crook next to the trunk...
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David Biespiel’s Poetry Wire: Brief Inner Happiness
Writing requires sustained attention to what figures, disfigures, and refigures our imaginations and includes a vision that takes every experience into account.
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Theatre - by Alok Dhanwa
There is no end to a park bench. it only touches the park while its presence continues outside the city.
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Not Your Mother's Catholic Frescoes: Radiant Portraits Of Queer People Of Color
Inspired by Mexican religious art, photographer Gabriel Garcia Roman portrays queer people of color as saints and warriors.
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Keeping Quiet: Sylvia Boorstein Reads Pablo Neruda’s Beautiful Ode to Silence
An lyrical reminder to break the momentum of busyness that fuels "the sadness of never understanding ourselves."
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'in this story...' by Lisa Marie Basile
in this story, there is the me but not me
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Roger Gilbert-Lecomte – 4 poems
Scarlet fever. The provisions, a little crust of bread on the nightstand. At the tense limits of confidence, I hear steps—all too real—going up the stairs.
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Louise Gluck, “Cousins”
When I consider my friends I’m overcome with pride. They are accomplished, interesting women who are also funny, empathetic, and inspiring. And yet among those who gravitate towards men, few have partners. This is both by choice—we’re all reaching an age at which we’re unwilling to compromise—and by circumstantial compulsion. Why aren’t there more men...
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Award-Winning Teacher Fired for Reading an Allen Ginsberg Poem
Defenders of Connecticut teacher David Olio say one mistake shouldn’t have cost him his job. But why is the work of a towering figure of 20th-century American poetry out of bounds?
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In the Mansion of Supersonic Dreams - by Sarah Crossland
Tonight I stand under the shower’s blue stoplight for nine hundred years. Tallying the centuries...
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'Ballade des Pendues' by Amit Majmudar
Two dupattas knotted to a mango tree elevate these girls for the world to see
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Were some dreams in ancient Roman poetry the precursor to film?
In Virgil's "Aeneid," the fallen Trojan prince Hector appears to Aeneas and advises him to flee Troy with his family. In perhaps Shakespeare's most well-known play, the ghost of Hamlet's father appears to Prince Hamlet to tell him his brother, Claudius, murdered him. And in Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol," the miserly Ebenezer Scrooge receives a dreamlike visit from the ghost of his former business partner Jacob Marley.