Today I learned Dame Angelou died She passed as it is said Passed from this life closing notable eyes finding sleep forever Daybreaks Day breaks breaks breaks our hurried pace remind your own small heart the precious hope the welcomed gift of sound Sound Sound on paper Sound from throats sounds sounds break …
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Misty, White and Old by Foster Johnson
Misty, White and Old Who will challenge the beauty of the moon. A misty daemon shrouded clouded, white and old …time itself. We watch quite politely as the moon revolves from one side of sky to another Following us, watching our eyes with dead eyes a million or so. This moon is dreamy this moon …
Caribbean Moon
Caribbean Moon Water is a wonderful dance floor We fly – On surfaces sheened with Ascension Monster Big and no more Blue black sky. Black sea Caribbean Moon is missing in action I put my hand in hers, placed a gentle kiss upon opened lips and she shuddered quite pleased with the vision of …
Riding in Cincinnati
Riding in Cincinnati Cold river runs cold and colder live crawdads revolve – understandably How can you stay in my memorable castles of steel and words? silver and dyed blue linens – remote without escape – we do not plan. And if my muse is back, she speaks another language – adroit, uncomplicated bad fire …
Foster Johnson’s – Carriage Trade
Carriage Trade She talks too much, driving me to sing outloud madness, Spring weather quite mad – and I go inside. How can you make any dreams without Sleep and Sleep comes hard when the sweat pours off your body like a clapping sound Brown muddy water Brown muddy water going downstream to …
Valerie Hardin
Valerie Hardin used to have an obsession with hats. She is published poet and info on buying her newest chapbook is at http://www.mindspring.com/~stygian/shadowfire/index.html The Kind Ones Souls crushed like paper cups Discarded Stained with drink From mouths that had their fill Of kindness Over sugared Rotting out mouths Valerie Hardin
PB Rippey slips into the Lounge appearing non chalante
Room of 10000 Men Civilized brawn drawing up in corporate flannel, leathery chic. Tests, the old mamma’s type fingering, bad boy, bad, bad boy. Men greeting men in this horsey fashion, jerking chins, the calling card sized stamp of position. Just who will actually finish is a volume no sane woman would actually interpret. Judge. …
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JF Jeter Joins the Flow at the Monkey…
As a former news editor recently turned lefty proprietor of a fledgling cybercafe, let’s just say I’m very interested in the world of multimedia communications. Fancying myself something of an amateur photographer, poet, filmmaker, critic, novelist and sometime artist, I seek an outlet through which I not only might share these mystical visions with other …
Lily Lynn, 3 Poems
The Belfry Bells ring songs throughout the clear night air, Singing, resounding, everywhere, Beautiful balladic notes following, In sequence, song to harmony. Which ballad do you hear, Is it strong, serenading clear, Do you merely hear the words, Or do hearts beat with notes, playing your chords? To chime, a bell forged unlike the rest, …