by Peycho Kanev – Fortune teller Going home after a 10–hour job…riding the bus with the blacks and the poor…watching through the window…the setting sun…the uselessness of the trees…the stream of the cars…the concrete of the sidewalk…the skiddish cops…the blocks with the streets of houses and their windows and the faces behind…with all their blankness… [...]
Entries Tagged as 'Poetry'
“Fortune teller” and “Expectation”
January 2012 · 2 Comments
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Sad song
March 2011 · 2 Comments
by Peycho Kanev – Sad song All is lost now. The roots of the family three suck hard deep into the Creation. Lifeblood into the next heart, the veins of the offspring. The chain is not broken. Deep down our bones sing. – Peycho Kanev has been writing poetry for the past 10 years. His [...]
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A Pretty Cheap Shirt
January 2011 · No Comments
by John Oliver Hodges – A Pretty Cheap Shirt I say “Hello” to women I pass, and am on the lookout for accidents, like today, how a woman tripped and fell when leaving a pizza shop. “Hey, are you OK?” I got to say. I wanted to help, but she trotted off, all strong and [...]
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A YEAR OF LAUGHING DANGEROUSLY
December 2010 · No Comments
a troped poem in terza rima by satnrose – A Year of Laughing Dangerously obtained by those inherit meek the earth inhaled the laughing gas a single step dissolved into a puddle full of mirth the visible dropped into what was kept my mother’s hat excessively unknown my country tis of thee all locked in [...]
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“War” and “Like That”
October 2010 · 1 Comment
by Lyn Lifshin – WAR the woman is amazed not that the watch store is open but that anyone cares about the time, or knows it. Every part of her an aide, a scout sent out to listen, to bring back news to empty rooms where people who hoped it would be over are no [...]
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“Portrait of a Sociopath” and “The Crash”
September 2010 · No Comments
by Kristine Ong Muslim – Portrait of a Sociopath 1 I do not know how to make a bleached heart sing, but I can count portable miracles while I sit in the waiting room. There’s the toothless one, the sagging, the bloated, the defaced. 2 Each grief is the price of a five-second laughter, I [...]
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