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Sestina Eight

I called your name from the tower of Babble, Where the old ones’ breath shakes each branch And stone. A sweet country girl alone in the wood By the silencing stream. My voice full of strain But you gather it not, your head’s in a book, You notice not fauna or fungus at all. Smell […]

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Sestina Seven

Sit with me. Kindly untangle the threads of threat, Filter my gasps through a splendid mesh of web, And retire the urgency that is spilling into our cracks. And let us at least embrace the sofa’s soft calling, Where a sinner’s song is hummed low, hiding Between a sorrow and a confession. Sit with me, […]

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Sestina Six

Behind you, alone or asleep, your sweetheart. A mirror, A delicious cake knowing its own happening, unknown In its own haphazardness, wildly running out for more. More layers lead to elaborate vexations. Startling rumors Begin to stack up and the dealers who shuffle the ordinary Cards are replaced with seers and a fresh-inked deck Spread […]

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Sestina Five

They are on the rooftops and they have keys. Though we are not under a constant attack Per se, their theorizing often complicates. There is an odor of salt, there is a train down The river and it runs all hours patiently, A cuneiform message shimmering in light. The passengers squabble, decoding, light Pouring from […]

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Sestina Four

It was the year they reincarnated Billy the Kid and the Sox Won the Series again. I don’t know what they call it- forgetting You know someone, forgetting their face, their eyes, their name. It would’ve made the news, had I remembered to call home, Just once. At first all the second comings made me […]

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The Viking Funeral

THE aspects of conifers. VIKING, or priest, no matter. the FUNERAL will persist without an audience. PERSISTS even though the burials are now mysteries, DESPITE the nagging know-how of best PIPES + weights, edgy modern hems. AND we can’t lift a collar to cold stares. PROPER vikings take axe to issue but WEIGHTS and expectations […]

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Sestina Three

Side-stepping shadow-boxers with glassy intentions, Into a waft of fumes that are no longer elegant, Only to emerge, gun-shy, within a cat litter mine Blown out over the two-tone linoleum. A sandstorm Carpeting the bordering streets of a village oasis. Fluorescent light obliterating each and every shadow. “It’d take a nut-butter taxi,” said one obliterated […]

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Sestina Two

Early in the morning a radio breaks the night’s silence “Last night I dreamed I was a child out where the pines grow tall…” Early. 4:32 a.m. The darkness Of night tinted in the greenish blue of the alarm clock light. Clocks. Cocks. The dying rooster in the Zona Maya, coughing it’s daybreak alarm, always […]

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Happy Poetry Month

  Bill Knott has had all of his poems available for free download for quite sometime. Or you can buy the books printed at cost. Bill Knott at lulu.com Here’s a poem-draft from his blog. Wetdream radiators hiss through the slum room I sublet deep in the dispositions of dilate; flags I shoplift from the […]

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Port N Hues

Avast! Coming under the Cartophile im:port are some appetite whetters from the more than estimable Dylan Rice-Leary whose book of poetry is slated to be the next release under the imprint. my bark is worse apocalypse of mentholated diarrhea- eucalyptus spring-eternal pissing seed & cone & hotshit spicey leaf, control yr bladder! oh, you mighty […]

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