Leo Tolstoy

December 31st, 2013 by admin

  “Remember that there is only one important time and that is now. The present moment is the only time over which we have dominion. The most important person is always the person you are with, who is right before you, for who knows if you will have dealings with any other person in the future? The...
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I am Homeland

December 13th, 2013 by admin

I am Homeland Twelve Korean-American Poets Edited by Yearn Hong Choi New from Poetic Matrix Press Available on our website By Doo Hyun Chung An Empty Tomb In the midst of fire shell of the Korean War, Vanished My father, missing No traces to his death My mother, Her husband, Built a tomb for her...
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Poems by James B. Nicola

November 19th, 2013 by admin

Touch Red   Touch red Ouch Touching red is like knowing you But can you touch red at all?   Is it the red of the red             Or the red of the thing That makes touching red             Touching red?   The bright and the blare             And the brass and the boom And the bomb are like        ...
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Poems by Erren Geraud Kelly

October 25th, 2013 by admin

Buffalo Girl (Annie) Knew a chic named Annie Who wrote poetry Later taught herself to play Guitar and discovered she was Pretty good at it I met her in a coffeehouse in Greenpoint, Brooklyn One night, when I was reading And looking to score some Boodah Annie told me she left Buffalo because living there...
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What Use Is Poetry?

September 14th, 2013 by admin

I found this article recently and it seemed to speak to what we as poets might be up to even though we often don't know what we are up to and may not even understand our own words until sometime later.  I offer it and elicit your comments.  There might be something here that is important, maybe.   John...
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In Malala's Spring Dream – Lyn Lifshin

August 14th, 2013 by admin

In Malala's Spring Dream the pond is a dark blossom unfolding. If she were to move to the window in the dream, there would be white lilies thru blinds, suspended instead of a moon. Fog lips on roots and willows filtering into dreams of swans. The light polishing water, connecting what...
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When I was Young and Proud – Raphael Block

August 12th, 2013 by admin

When I was Young and Proud   When I was young and proud    owner of a lawn       it would have caused offense. But now, singing dandelions    innocently declare summer's height       while couched between...
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Men and Women I've Kissed – Brandon Cesmat

July 26th, 2013 by admin

Men and Women I've Kissed Sometime during my second year at college, Eva comes to a party     at our apartment while her boyfriend was studying.     I fall behind the couch and she falls on top of me.     When I leave school at the end of the...
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From the Empress Hsi-Ling-Shi – Joseph Zacardi

July 23rd, 2013 by admin

From the Empress Hsi-Ling-Shi The mulberries will soon bear white fruit. On thin branches silkworms feed on heartshaped leaves. In early summer they will spin their silken threads, spin silk threads as a gift. We will take the coccoons, boil them, and after throwing, weave fine coats, embroider them,...
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Kings River Canyon – Joe Milosch

July 15th, 2013 by admin

Kings River Canyon This old, bald pine has to know it's dying. Maybe it over heard the whispers of evergreens, growing on these glacier-sheered cliffs, or maybe the pine knows it intuitively as it knows yearly it has to manage to squeeze out a thin ring between heart and bark. Only in the middle does...
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