feet and hands boundwith ropeI stand beforedeep watera liquid ghostripples of fear
should I prayto sinkinto this airless pitslow swallow of deathproof of innocence
or let my skirtfan into a floatin the graspof an angel’s handbetrayal of breatheven for one moment condemns me to fire […]
Filed under: Mary Ann Mulhern by akublik Date 30 March, 2009
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Four years now since I walked here, four years and I had forgotten
things I thought I never would. The city is deceptively calm, and I
find myself glad that below the streets lies a hundred feet of
primordial mud, glad that nothing can stir there, where I have begun
to suspect–I hesitate to admit–something stirs.
I’ve seen upon the […]
Filed under: Barry Pomeroy by akublik Date 26 March, 2009
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I picture you
fleet on the canal,
now that winter’s heavy coat and scarf
covers your light frame.
Do you,
surrounded by beauty and diversity
in this incredible array
feel in your quiet way spoken for,
or that you had nothing to say?
With a sudden, sweet turn of the head
you express in a mild way
the import of your direct glance.
And to hurt you,
who […]
Filed under: Barry Pomeroy by akublik Date 23 March, 2009
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On the platform,a jocular man sniggers—his hectic grin and walnut eyes.I inch away to join a safer group—Draculas stomping in the cold.
Seated inside, I dissolve into Rilke’s Book of Hours,alternative inheritance, the wall between us so thin.
Just then, four voluptuous goddesses erupt through the door,Bared thighs resisting Germ-laden seats.
The most gorgeous, in sequined stilettosand a […]
Filed under: Susan McCaslin by akublik Date 19 March, 2009
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Awoke with a tune in my head —A few bars, ribbons blue,floating loose over the bed.
A febrile logic tries and tries againto place it. What is it ? What name?A movie score - that Mozart bit from Out of Africa?An echo from Grieg’s Norse cave?Straining, impatient, I link upto other snatched notes.It’s […]
Filed under: Maria Robson by akublik Date 16 March, 2009
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