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Rick Garni: New Poems

Rick Garni: New Poems

  THE DIFFERENT PARTS OF THE ORCHESTRA, PT. 1   The bassoon is almost as red as it is brown. It is a complicated color that was invented by the orchestra way back when. It lives life richly. It can be a dying bear when it sings, a smiling hippo when it is at rest. It is not the same. It is different. Anything that is different, is easy to make fun of. Go on, make fun of it. It’s…

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The Decision

The Decision

And he thought about building Crafting Making things Merging the useful with the useless To some For there are beings in this world Who care nothing for beauty There are beings in this world Who care nothing for art So he would build the functional And make it sing for the tone deaf For the colorless he’d make Things bloom in usefulness But then he thought Why work so hard For them? For the beings who pass it all by…

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Thrown into Being

Thrown into Being

The clearing She thought she heard The last clearing It was Heidegger’s not hers And after his keyre His turn So many turned on him But not for that For other things like his falling out of Being With the world With the world as it ought to be So she passed through that last clearing On her way to something nonfictional Non-mythical . . . beyond epic legend and folk-tale Existence comes before essence she thought Or we have…

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Being With Time

Being With Time

Angles of Being I push away Like winter visions in summer Or summer sweat in the fall I fall for it all the time The angles of Being as if They existed like that Just like that in realities We can’t fathom and never Will see Because our senses are puerile In the grand scheme of things In the swelter of summer In the mists of winterish Storms and  howls And legendery wooshing Like some pack of grey wolves Glowing…

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Colin James: New Poems

Colin James: New Poems

           MENTORS OF THE IMPERVIOUS   An old trail opposed to change. A gate with the top slat for comments, “I was just here” etc. I must have missed you because the day hadn’t. Consequently, there is misery in your circle dotted I’s. Who takes the time to cauterize the wood and burn the careless pistols? Ah sure, it’s only testosterone but it’s fading just the same.   RESISTING PROBABILITY   Squandered, fairly innocentchimes hanging from a tree.This place has…

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New Poetry by Ann Applegarth

New Poetry by Ann Applegarth

A PLACE IN THE SUN      – basking before Earl Stroh’s “Sunscape” In the museum I love, we stroll and consider paintings, sculptures, and a few random examples of what passes for art in this 21st century. Weary, we sit and gaze at Stroh’s serene, soothing Sunscape – palest oils smoothed in stunning simplicity, no trace of brush or canvas, a silk veil of softest paint encircled by slim silver wire. Glow and warmth are palpable. I should have brought…

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New Poetry by Daniel Ableev

New Poetry by Daniel Ableev

From 8 NONSEMES   Oh complex Gran,let there finally be thy numbers:First 1 Pafnutian opinion,thereafter 3 poseiding whales. What have I left behind but old suffering.Not head, not feet hold me here.It was farmer’s naught, obviously,by the name of Walter. Yesterday was “hihi” ridicule,today death is to be applied.Yesterday: “dadance,”today: thy soul’s distress. Complex iterationsseem to the eighth vieweras rather dull sonuds/echeos,redolent of unsense, dumb-as-lake. Gunners from all over,gunners from every frikkin’ state out there:Flirting with dadasteris the way to…

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George Spencer: god: a quarterback without a playbook

George Spencer: god: a quarterback without a playbook

god gets nervous when we get too close to him — rene leclerc. god and his ways  attention flutters, takes a walk. the narrative grinds on boards so marched over aging thespians throw lines away. cell phones buzz. messages zing round our heads.  red onions eavesdrop and gossip underground. all’s so bland road-kill is news  as a worm is cut in half by the gardener’s shovel   but still they repeat beautiful the dew, lovely the garden.   there’s blood in my…

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