:: Poetry

When in doubt, throw Grobstein on the table & other poems published 16/07/2015


Prozac code named:
Zachary, the mascot
of the slippery brain
sodality although he
was not slippery but
leaping all about the
table, never to leave.

By Julia Lewis.

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Maintenant #99 – Rhys Trimble published 27/05/2015


It’s such a Welshman’s cliché but perhaps musicality, if not song, makes its way into my work and performance. In written work it’s the alliterative and sound aspects which are borrowed from song. Of course Welsh language poetry is a song / poem hybrid which uses cynghanedd (the welsh system of alliteration and internal rhyme) which amounts to a systematization of poetry that brings it in line with our rules for western music but working on verbal sounds instead of tonal sounds. Any exposure to it results in it creeping into your work it’s everywhere here- place names and phraseology! Certainly the welsh tradition of poetry has an effect of what you feel you are allowed to do.

In the 99th of the Maintenant series, SJ Fowler interviews the Welsh poet Rhys Trimble.

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Adam & Eve & other poems published


Rhys Trimble is a Bilingual poet / performer/improvisor interested in medieval welsh language & bilingual poetry, music/poetry, collaborations, digital-art and avant garde writing practices. Editor of Ctrl+Alt+Del Ezine and studying for a ‘psychomythogeographical’ PhD in creative writing.

By Rhys Trimble.

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Theatre published 18/05/2015


The lights of bridges
have no end anywhere
my night is filled with them
even in front of death
I will remember

Poem, ‘Theatre’, by Alok Dhanwa. Photographs and translation by Saudamini Deo.

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#GE2015 published 08/05/2015

The House Opposite 1945 1ac

“but in the midst of their smiles, a ghost appears,

its skin a coarse hide of pork crackling,

startles them, shows them its severed finger”

A poem for #GE2015fiction, by Matthew Sperling.

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Too Long a sacrifice published


“Too long a sacrifice
can make a stone of the brain.
We must have the damage by which
the stars burn in their courses.”

A poem by Ian Patterson, for #GE2015fiction.

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seahorse published


“antinatilism before misanthropy or an argument for meditation?
there are always those who say when they mean they were in love with a family
& their schoolyard but obviously untrustworthy malsocialised
& will not allow them to suspicion they’ve freakish or limited
or unless I can’t get I loved that when I’m not sorry.”

A poem for #GE2015 by Steven J Fowler, with art by Dawn Wooley.

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New England Irrelevancies published 02/05/2015

Peterson Author Pic

Floating around on credit, on a cloud of laters.
That dollar store on feral-land calm. Dollop stones curl backward in their shells. Mud husks burp carbon. Floating round waiting sighs in possible cloud scale. Some bind, some burn.
A search is a temporary housing. Who knows what apart meant. I hear power cornering

A fever paved over
guards possibles on a float up to the afters

Together us off this lease.
I forget to where,
just together us out of this.

By Andrew K. Peterson.

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Corner of the World published 20/04/2015

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Fragments of pages 67 and 71, Uncorrected Advance Proof. Translated from the Spanish. She was asleep when the accident happened so she grabbed the camera and memorialized them out of guilt.

Provenance: Havana-Montagnola, San Francisco-Philadelphia

By Matt Jakubowski.

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A Cross-Dressing Ghost Orchid in Bloom & other poems published 19/04/2015

Justin Karcher

Playing Goldeneye on N64 and watching friends evolve into enemies

Before deciding it’s finally time to leave the rustiest corner of the galaxy

And figure out its identity. I hope it windmilled its self-loathing energy
Into something slightly positive, into exploring the loveliest places in the universe,

Because sometimes when I stare at it, I see an old man wearing crusted pajamas
Sleepwalking through the halls of an assisted living facility and wondering

Where he put things, wondering if all star-crossed lovers are sleepwalking
Through a wasteland looking for his light. It feels nice to be wanted like that.

By Justin Karcher.

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