Category Archives: Poetry

“Here are the Poems – they will explain themselves – as all poems should do without comment.”
- John Keats

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We are all prisoners

You are in prison. Bars block your hands as they reach for freedom. The air is your arteries — constricted — thumping — heated by the fire of life fighting an undeniable death. Your dreams slumber beneath the terror of … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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To My Daughter, Before She Turns Three (#poem)

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I pat your back until you fall asleep, then place my thumb against your shoulder’s edge and stretch my hand until my fingers reach the other side of your still tiny frame. I rest my palm against the place where … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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Poem made from Today’s Headlines (NY Times, 2011-12-20)

In Tears, Brooklyn Senator Admits Bribery Deal Is Struck to Broaden New York Taxi Service Seeing Terror Risk, U.S. Asks Journals to Cut Flu Study Facts Studies Suggest an Acetaminophen-Asthma Link House Republicans Reject Deal for Payroll Tax Cut Georgia … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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Poem made from Today’s Headlines – 12/19/2011

North Korea’s Kim Jong Il dies at 69 Saudi Prince Invests Millions Into Twitter Drunk, Topless Woman Arrested Lohan’s Playboy issue breaks records Cat inherits $13 million Boehner rejects tax cut deal ‘Occupy’ protests trigger envy, ire in Generation X … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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Interview with a Poet: Hugh Bristler

Hugh Bristler (ok, not really)

Some time ago, I sat down with famed poet and translator Hugh Bristler. We met briefly in the smoky confines of his oak-paneled office at the College of Overshire. Below is an excerpt from that conversation. Jeremy Gregg: Thank you … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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the damned and the free (#poem #song)

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the sun and the rain and the moon in your eyes, the kiss on your lips is a flame in disguise; the truth? what is wrong with our love is its lies; but those are not sleeping,       and neither are … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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“pedestrian killed in morning accident”

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Standing in the rain without an umbrella, Edward impresses no one but the pavement; he feels a fever rising up inside him and begins to wonder whether you are faithful, whether he has ever known love at all, whether the … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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prayer for the city (#poem #sonnet)

The Snowman - Homeless Man in the Snow

I see the city burning without flame, its aching wings enchained in brick and glass; I see the city sinking in its shade; I see no face within its mirrored skies. A cold Colossus lumbers down her streets and has … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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Write Hand (#poem)

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First, there must be blood. And then, at two, this song, hummed in quiet breaths against the wind. For three, to one without a face, these words. Four, ever more. And then the thumb. I have tracked you through the … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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My heart is breaking and I don’t know why (#poem #sonnet)

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My heart is breaking and I don’t know why; the autumn air is warmed up with the sound of children naming clouds that dot the sky and —      Fear. Its steam now floats above the ground and forms a hazy … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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in the big picture (#poem)

and I am so small in the big picture that I cannot help but laugh and know that I am happy when I think of driving in the car with you by my side, for once liking my music, and … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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a #poem is born

rotten apple - i dare u to stare

I see the apple lying on the ground and watch it rotting more, day after day, while I do nothing more than sit and stare, amassing my own loneliness inside; until, at last, it hits me in the head — … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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A Sonnet on the Elementary School Crossing-Guard (#poem)

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There is some fortune, I suppose, that we have someone in the role of crossing-guard who does her part-time job as earnestly as someone whose own child once was marred right there within the crossing, where the streets so suddenly … Click here to continue readingClick here to continue reading >>>

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