An air pocket of the Atlantic where sea urchins never care to go, serves drinks to mottled mammals who can never leave – unless they care to slump from suffocation. Braided, tangerine salamanders, underarms moaning with salt, peer upon aluminum bumblebees sliding along neon armadillos and mocking Echinacea crows. A lobster jockey spins otherworldly music […]
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Jun Fujita, Japanese-American photographer and poet of the mid-20th century, might have been the first to introduce the rest of us Americans to the tanka, an elegant form comprised of 31 syllables across a handful of lines. It’s similar to the haiku, but it provides a little more flexibility and, somehow, may seem more user-friendly.
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And Screw the Mountain, He Said, I Wants a Lake Shore – by Autumn Noelle Hall so this is me laying you out, old friend like an almost smile on that Lake Shore eyes squinchy-closed guitar hands folded so’s you looks like you’s listening to glistening riffs of jazz just-sailing off a river of moonlit
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My old friend Price Strobridge might begin like this: If the observable universe Is 13 billion years old, and I am 65, then I have been around 433 whatever comes after a billionth of the time the universe has been around. As far as the universe is concerned, I’m not even born yet. If the
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Eric Stephenson’s poems are like notes found in bottles floating in the wake of a long voyage. They rarely contain conclusions or directions or morals. Far more often, they celebrate the mystery of human existence, wearing the accessories that “make us think this is who we are,” catching an occasional glimpse of pure being, knowing
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Identity is a vessel to fill, we the chalice makers and liquid artisans, the inventors, hosts, and cupbearers, serving ourselves and our guests the flavor and finish of our secret recipes in spacious galleries of the mind, a white orchid petal floating on a sanguine sea of blood red wine.