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ladyfangs · 6 months
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Opalescent obelisks From on high, In jagged twists You devour and writhe. You soothe, you speak, You sting, you gnash, you break. "Fangs" by Lola Alastrina
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lgndrymuffin · 2 years
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parts of me by halle ward (an anthology)
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(introduction)
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bookerplays · 1 month
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Long-lived poetry mags: Spectator, Dreamcatcher, The Journal
I’m delighted to have poems out in three magazines which have proved to have real staying power. Granddaddy of them all is The Spectator (continuously published since 1828). Feisty York-based Dreamcatcher has been wowing its readership with poems, art and short stories for 28 years, and The Journal (formerly Contemporary Anglo-Scandinavian Poetry) has just celebrated an impressive 30 years in…
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khave · 5 months
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Parte de mim sempre quis te provar o quanto era bom o bastante para o seu amor, como quem pede emprego numa firma que não te avalia pelo currículo.
Mas não consegui te convencer, seu coração é inacessível, igual a uma empresa que não reconhece talentos, mesmo quando oferecemos nosso melhor.
- O bom funcionário nem sempre vai ser reconhecido.
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veronicaaldous · 5 months
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Stage Directions
At the marginIs an upturned boatResembles a coracleNo paddle, beachedIn a forest The revenantSitting there againSmoking a damp cigaretteShut against it allGross gardensSnail crushers “People are shellfishThey open and shutLike my left eye.” (she points)“Sometimes, they emitA low whistle…It comesFrom a gaseous space.” Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2023
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soumyav · 8 months
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Volitions
While there is a noise in the innerrumblings as whispers,utters,pangsresounding in corners of heartas the blood travels up and downthrough unnamed veins randomly anywhere or for a while..stands still and freezesThe warmth of the ablazedoesn't keep it aliveBut the truth of conscience the volitions of actionspaves the way...for the soul to breathe and voyage...-soumya vilekar
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sweatermuppet · 6 months
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Blessed Be by Sol Rios, published in Ghost of my Ghosts
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soracities · 4 months
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Carl Phillips, "Fixed Shadow, Moving Water", Then the War: New and Selected Poems [ID'd]
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jetleparti · 9 months
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Prometheus: Unbound 505 / Oil, acrylic, ink, graphite, & wax pencil on canvas. via Jet Le Parti archive.
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Quotable quotes.
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"As cruel and painful as it may seem at times, we have to accept that some people can only be in our hearts, not in our lives."
—  Juan Francisco Palencia.
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ladyfangs · 6 months
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You Made Me A Poet
A million, sad, cobalt days were mine,
My lips were pink, but my heart was ice.
My expectations were so low,
Because how can you want more
When sadness is all you know?
That balmy April you bolted into my life,
I felt something smolder deep inside.
How could it be happening to me?
Your existence melted my ice.
All you have to do is exist,
I am satisfied, I am content.
And when you hold me
I could get lost in this,
In this eternal bliss.
"You Made Me A Poet"
by Lola Alastrina
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lgndrymuffin · 2 years
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will it ever go away? - march 3rd 2022 at 10:52
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- halle ward, marching
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bookerplays · 7 months
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The Ekphrastic Review and Menopause: The Anthology
Two of my poems inspired by women’s experiences have been published this month. One traces my direct line of female ancestors via mitochondrial DNA, and the other is a surreal riff on hot flushes. Arachne Press’s Menopause: The Anthology is already making waves with launches in London, Sheffield, Liverpool, at the Open University and online. Editors Catherine Pestano and Cherry Potts called for…
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hacked-wtsdz · 5 months
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Modern poetry often doesn’t seem like poetry to me. If you take away the structure and write it down into a normal one-paragraph text, it takes nothing away from the poem. The author could have said it in prose better than in poetry, even. And I know that poetry is a very subjective art, with its edges blurred, with many styles and ways to express oneself. You have haikus and different kinds of rhyming poetry and blank verse. But I’ve seen many poems, and blank verse isn’t the same as putting prose in poetry format.
To me, poetry is allegory. Poetry is symbolism. Poetry is metaphor. Poetry is the ‘wine-dark sea’. You read Whitman or Margaret Atwood or Richard Siken or Mary Oliver or Anna Akhmatova, and you know that if the structure is taken away, you are left with something nearly nonsensical. You think that you’re reading, when in reality you’re looking at a painting and listening to a symphony and watching geese fly to the south.
You read Nikita Gill and think ‘yes, I agree. I agree but I don’t feel anything. You could’ve written for journals, and your talent wouldn’t have gone to waste’.
Not to upset any Nikita Gill fans but i am tired of calling something that only looks like poetry to me poetry.
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nymphvoid · 6 months
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Ocean Vuong: Time is a Mother
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delusionalcreep · 8 months
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But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
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