The document contains 15 poems by various authors. The poems cover a range of topics including reflections on aging, nature, relationships, and cultural experiences. They utilize different styles and forms of poetry to express ideas in brief, imaginative ways.
This document contains a selection of poems from the online magazine "Voices de la Luna." It includes 14 poems on various topics such as nature, dreams, art, and cities. The poems range in length from short fragments to longer sonnets. They are written by different poets and cover themes of landscapes, memories, creativity, and social commentary.
This document is the December 2010 issue of Poetry Creatrix, which includes poems by over 30 poets. It introduces the selectors and editors for the issue. The first poem, "The Time of Birth" by Tatjana Debeljacki, is a reflection on growing older and telling stories to future generations. The next sections include two poems by Renee Pettitt-Schipp on the economic crisis in Australia and observing a butterfly. Further poems address topics like retirement, childhood memories, and the history of urban development in Melbourne.
This document contains 8 poems for discussion in a literary appreciation course. The poems cover a range of themes including the fleeting nature of youth and beauty, love, nature, war, and death. The poems are written by well-known authors such as William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, William Butler Yeats, and Thomas Hardy.
This document appears to be a script for a play set in a deserted peace camp. It introduces various characters including Brother, Hanna, Vroom, Benz, and Michael Heseltine. Over the course of 7 scenes, the characters have surreal conversations and interactions as they struggle to keep their camp running in the face of authorities trying to shut it down. Brother writes a poem criticizing war and advocating for disarmament. Hanna and Vroom discuss the purpose behind life and how people function without impartiality. The script captures the chaos and tensions of life in the peace camp.
This 3 sentence summary provides the high level information from the document:
The document discusses the creation of Eve by God in the Garden of Eden. God realizes that Eve is lonely and unhappy, so he decides to create man as a companion for Eve. The document also discusses urban tribes and how they allow people to escape their daily lives and find a sense of identity and belonging in controlled environments.
The document analyzes several movie posters and magazine covers. Key details include:
1) Posters use taglines, images of villains/characters, fonts, and dates to attract audiences and convey the tone and genre of the film.
2) Magazine covers showcase lead actors, use bright colors and fonts to highlight featured articles, and provide information about additional content.
3) Visual elements are carefully designed and positioned to attract readers' and moviegoers' attention when displayed with other materials. Consistent color schemes and design conventions are also used across materials.
This document is the table of contents for Volume 4 of Future Earth Magazine, focusing on celebrations and holidays. It lists over 50 poems and articles by various contributors. The editors have dedicated the issue to several people they feel are worth celebrating, including Malcolm X, Josephine S. Casillas, Larry Hama, Marilyn Nelson, Carlos Ortega, Prince, Trina Robbins, Allison Hedge Coke, and Anne Waldman. The table of contents provides the titles of all the poems and articles included in the magazine.
This document contains a selection of poems from the online magazine "Voices de la Luna." It includes 14 poems on various topics such as nature, dreams, art, and cities. The poems range in length from short fragments to longer sonnets. They are written by different poets and cover themes of landscapes, memories, creativity, and social commentary.
This document is the December 2010 issue of Poetry Creatrix, which includes poems by over 30 poets. It introduces the selectors and editors for the issue. The first poem, "The Time of Birth" by Tatjana Debeljacki, is a reflection on growing older and telling stories to future generations. The next sections include two poems by Renee Pettitt-Schipp on the economic crisis in Australia and observing a butterfly. Further poems address topics like retirement, childhood memories, and the history of urban development in Melbourne.
This document contains 8 poems for discussion in a literary appreciation course. The poems cover a range of themes including the fleeting nature of youth and beauty, love, nature, war, and death. The poems are written by well-known authors such as William Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, William Butler Yeats, and Thomas Hardy.
This document appears to be a script for a play set in a deserted peace camp. It introduces various characters including Brother, Hanna, Vroom, Benz, and Michael Heseltine. Over the course of 7 scenes, the characters have surreal conversations and interactions as they struggle to keep their camp running in the face of authorities trying to shut it down. Brother writes a poem criticizing war and advocating for disarmament. Hanna and Vroom discuss the purpose behind life and how people function without impartiality. The script captures the chaos and tensions of life in the peace camp.
This 3 sentence summary provides the high level information from the document:
The document discusses the creation of Eve by God in the Garden of Eden. God realizes that Eve is lonely and unhappy, so he decides to create man as a companion for Eve. The document also discusses urban tribes and how they allow people to escape their daily lives and find a sense of identity and belonging in controlled environments.
The document analyzes several movie posters and magazine covers. Key details include:
1) Posters use taglines, images of villains/characters, fonts, and dates to attract audiences and convey the tone and genre of the film.
2) Magazine covers showcase lead actors, use bright colors and fonts to highlight featured articles, and provide information about additional content.
3) Visual elements are carefully designed and positioned to attract readers' and moviegoers' attention when displayed with other materials. Consistent color schemes and design conventions are also used across materials.
This document is the table of contents for Volume 4 of Future Earth Magazine, focusing on celebrations and holidays. It lists over 50 poems and articles by various contributors. The editors have dedicated the issue to several people they feel are worth celebrating, including Malcolm X, Josephine S. Casillas, Larry Hama, Marilyn Nelson, Carlos Ortega, Prince, Trina Robbins, Allison Hedge Coke, and Anne Waldman. The table of contents provides the titles of all the poems and articles included in the magazine.
Frontenac House' DEKTET 2010, 10 Poetry Books Publishing in April 2010Cadence PR
April 2010, marks the 10th anniversary of the Quartet poetry series. To celebrate, Frontenac House will simultaneously publish 10 poetry books – Dektet 2010. The titles have been chosen using a blind selection process by a jury of leading Canadian writers: bill bissett, George Elliot Clarke, and Alice Major. The jurors and publishers were impressed by both the number and quality of the submissions.
This document is the December 2010 issue of Poetry Creatrix, which includes poems by over 30 poets. It provides biographical information on the selectors and editors of the issue. The bulk of the document consists of poems on various topics, ranging from nature and travel to relationships and personal reflections. Each poem is attributed to its author.
The document discusses a group project involving students from Poland, Spain and Germany. It provides background information on the Bermuda Triangle, a region in the Atlantic Ocean where a number of disappearances of ships and planes have occurred. Some key details are provided, including that between 1840 and 1971 there were about 48 reported disasters in the Bermuda Triangle area. One proposed explanation is that emissions of methane gas from underwater deposits could cause boats to lose buoyancy.
This is a dense, abstract poem that touches on many themes including nature, history, mythology, sexuality, and spirituality. It jumps between different images, references, and ideas without much explanation. The language and references used suggest the poem is exploring deep philosophical or mystical concepts in an obscure, symbolic way.
Great Southern Streetwalking Nomads 1524 2286John Latham
A WORK IN PROGRESS
... Take me don’t take me, let me go with you away engulfed in your sea of joy - found interactive with a tribal family and foreigners inter-pollen and play. I don’t want to stop, simply to flow and break where necessary with a diamond facet in sync with a quasar edge to let it be the essence that nurtures a quoll, … whilst shining sanity to a witness who is a prisoner of war once leach ridden in a jungle ditch, formed at the base of a huge fallen tree whose fate was set by a bomb fallen at its other side. They are loved by many, the brave over-and-done stories of the hard won victories or the wasted lost battles that were part thereof; the lovers of the loved lean into the gloom finding a light, a warmth, an attitude, a valiance and characters to love. The story of a chapter of a life, the substance of desperate-sweat, endurance, genius, determination showing a success that one may like to share. It was here in the wind of mentality, yours and mine, the sole one; but stopping to manifest it here, I face but an echo of silence - just an error a ripple in our fluid. I am now again the pilot, my instrument keyboard, at one time a brush, is the glider in our wind. We unfold the wild wind of our angry hearts and roll out the moist words of our supreme joy. Retell me foreign gentleman … of the best way to prune the olive tree and I will explain the tapping of oil from the eucalypt and together we may see a quasar joining us through its veil. ... ./..
Here are the results of your autopsy:
Your body was in good condition for your age with no signs of disease or injury. Internally, all organs appeared healthy and functioning properly.
Upon examining your brain, we found it to be highly developed and complex. The cerebral cortex was well-organized with a high density of neurons and extensive neural connectivity. This level of brain development is uncommon and suggests advanced cognitive abilities such as high intelligence, creativity, and emotional intelligence.
Analysis of your heart showed it to be larger than average, indicating a capacity for deep empathy and compassion. Microscopic examination revealed the heart tissue to be resilient and elastic, a sign of emotional resilience and ability to love unconditionally.
Your lungs were clear
This document provides an overview of poetic techniques used to analyze characterization and voice in poetry. It discusses examining who is speaking in the poem and to whom, as well as tone of voice. The summary also touches on poetic devices like imagery, metaphor, rhythm and rhyme that contribute to character and perspective. Location is also noted as important context for understanding voice. An excerpt from a poem is then analyzed as an example.
This book of poetry contains over 30 poems on various topics such as war, nature, history, and human behavior. The poems are short, ranging from 3 to 10 lines each. They use simple language and rhyme to convey messages about the destructiveness of war, the beauty of nature, and the human tendency towards greed and destruction. Overall, the book provides a collection of short, rhyming poems on an eclectic range of subjects.
The poem is about a man who is drowning and experiencing a mental breakdown. He feels lost at sea during a storm and calls out for help but no one can hear him. He descends deeper into madness, having disturbing visions and feeling completely alone. At the end, the narrator reflects on having also experienced mental health issues and feeling adrift without guidance, thinking of a friend who drowned while in the hospital.
The document summarizes several inspiring moments from the author's life, including experiencing live music performances at Dazzle Jazz Club in Denver that filled her with joy and strengthened friendships. It also describes feeling happiness and appreciation for local foods while visiting a farmers market, and finding solace in nature while sitting with trees and observing wildlife like bears and deer. The author hopes to share the beauty of life's rich blessings through recounting these positive experiences.
This document discusses the concept of space and room in both natural and built environments. It contrasts the open, fluid spaces found in nature and traditional Aboriginal dwellings with the rigid, angular rooms of modern Western architecture, characterized by three-plane corners at ceilings and floors. While people have adapted to indoor living, the document suggests built spaces can disrupt our connection to the natural world and challenges of the skyline.
The document discusses the author Currim Suteria's portfolio of selected works. It expresses an interest in a more poetic architecture that can provide authentic human experiences and make sense of the more-than-human world. The portfolio contains diverse projects inspired by literature, places, and people's lives, blending mediums like paintings, poetry, architecture, and sketches. It aims to not be a typical architectural portfolio. The contents section lists various projects, including housing, an urban lookout, a pavilion, and a library.
This document provides a summary of various fiction and non-fiction books and media. It includes brief descriptions and quotes from works such as The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X, Monster by Walter Dean Myers, and Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyer. The document also lists additional book recommendations in various categories like "In Theatres" , "Books for the College Bound", and "Out of This World". It appears to be a book list or reading guide for a high school or library.
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This document provides a summary of 3 sentences or less:
The document is a collection of poems exploring themes of love, loss, memory, and history. It describes remembering a lost lover in foreign places and the pain of absence. It also references historical figures and alludes to traveling to retrace their footsteps while struggling to differentiate between history and fiction.
This document provides contact information and links for an organization called Oddstream that focuses on odd news and culture. The document lists an email address and phone number to contact Oddstream, as well as links to their website, Facebook page, Twitter account, and Flickr photos.
1) The document is a collection of short passages that describe scenes from a surreal world called the Otherworld.
2) It references various strange characters and events, including tree people fleeing from forest fires, whales rescuing the tree people, and a snake that consumed the gardeners of Eden.
3) The passages seem to be excerpts from a larger work that will be published in parts, with the first part containing 10 collages from this surreal Otherworld.
Carrizo
BY CRISOSTO APACHE
For Edgar
The submarine’s inside was dim.
— Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, tr. by Will Petersen
in my youth, I hitched a ride to San Diego, across
chirping desert and distant night, I gazed upon a slow-moving
dark, encasing a convex cerulean cavity
each night, I stood beneath the sky for hours mesmerized
at the perplex reformatory, twinkling lights of broken
glass fragments spreading against a glistening sunset
a faceless man behind a lost reflection of glass
at a drive-up window informs me,
too bad, you know nothing of your own past
how far will I walk against the night?
conforming to a captivity I had never realized
some years later, under the kitchen table, they all huddle,
as the rampage continues toward the back of the house,
a clash of debris from the other room recoils
and broken sounds escape the barricade of doors
I remember I returned in 1970,
all they remember is me sitting at the edge of my bed,
with the war still in my hands
Anasazi
BY TACEY M. ATSITTY
How can we die when we're already
prone to leaving the table mid-meal
like Ancient Ones gone to breathe
elsewhere. Salt sits still, but pepper's gone
rolled off in a rush. We've practiced dying
for a long time: when we skip dance or town,
when we chew. We've rounded out
like dining room walls in a canyon, eaten
through by wind—Sorry we rushed off;
the food wasn't ours. Sorry the grease sits
white on our plates, and the jam that didn't set—
use it as syrup to cover every theory of us.
When Roots Are Exposed
BY ESTHER BELIN
I.
The empty of stomach
manifests silence
a stillness
that levels
coffee in a cup
and in a respectful manner
allows steam to penetrate
the surface.
Reversal of action
has created my sandstone canyon
rooted cedar and sage at my feet.
This movement is where
a tranquility stems.
II.
When my child creates
bubbles through a soapy wand,
I occupy the action of fate
that bursts the perfect form.
A halcyon absorbed
nesting within
the existence of the form
that no longer exists.
The formless form
is where my mind floats.
III.
It is easy to give form
especially with English words
a promotion of mechanical ligaments
binding spirit with assembly-fabricated molds.
Just as my hair poses an appendage of my brain
my tongue poses an appendage of my heart.
I cannot classify this thought as a typewritten symbol.
An ideogram of essence
cultivates my stillness to action.
ANWR
BY SHERWIN BITSUI
When we are out of gas,
a headache haloes the roof,
darkening the skin of everyone who has a full tank.
I was told that the nectar of shoelaces,
if squeezed hard enough,
turns to water and trickles from the caribou’s snout.
A glacier nibbled from its center
spiders a story of the Southern Cross,
twin brothers
dancing in the back room lit with cigarettes
break through the drum’s soft skin—
There bone faces atlas
a grieving century ...
The document contains three poems about wolves. The first poem describes a lone wolf that is always searching and hoping for something that doesn't exist, walking the earth alone. The second poem is from the perspective of a wolf pup that was part of a pack but became the last surviving member. The third poem portrays a wolf howling at the moon in loneliness and anxiety, finding hope and rejoicing in the future through the moonlight.
The document is an issue of The Path literary magazine from Winter 2015. It includes an introduction from the editor welcoming readers to enjoy works from authors who have taken the path to publication. The table of contents lists various poetry, short stories, essays and a novella contributed by over a dozen authors. It also includes biographies of the contributors and submission guidelines for the magazine.
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April 2010, marks the 10th anniversary of the Quartet poetry series. To celebrate, Frontenac House will simultaneously publish 10 poetry books – Dektet 2010. The titles have been chosen using a blind selection process by a jury of leading Canadian writers: bill bissett, George Elliot Clarke, and Alice Major. The jurors and publishers were impressed by both the number and quality of the submissions.
This document is the December 2010 issue of Poetry Creatrix, which includes poems by over 30 poets. It provides biographical information on the selectors and editors of the issue. The bulk of the document consists of poems on various topics, ranging from nature and travel to relationships and personal reflections. Each poem is attributed to its author.
The document discusses a group project involving students from Poland, Spain and Germany. It provides background information on the Bermuda Triangle, a region in the Atlantic Ocean where a number of disappearances of ships and planes have occurred. Some key details are provided, including that between 1840 and 1971 there were about 48 reported disasters in the Bermuda Triangle area. One proposed explanation is that emissions of methane gas from underwater deposits could cause boats to lose buoyancy.
This is a dense, abstract poem that touches on many themes including nature, history, mythology, sexuality, and spirituality. It jumps between different images, references, and ideas without much explanation. The language and references used suggest the poem is exploring deep philosophical or mystical concepts in an obscure, symbolic way.
Great Southern Streetwalking Nomads 1524 2286John Latham
A WORK IN PROGRESS
... Take me don’t take me, let me go with you away engulfed in your sea of joy - found interactive with a tribal family and foreigners inter-pollen and play. I don’t want to stop, simply to flow and break where necessary with a diamond facet in sync with a quasar edge to let it be the essence that nurtures a quoll, … whilst shining sanity to a witness who is a prisoner of war once leach ridden in a jungle ditch, formed at the base of a huge fallen tree whose fate was set by a bomb fallen at its other side. They are loved by many, the brave over-and-done stories of the hard won victories or the wasted lost battles that were part thereof; the lovers of the loved lean into the gloom finding a light, a warmth, an attitude, a valiance and characters to love. The story of a chapter of a life, the substance of desperate-sweat, endurance, genius, determination showing a success that one may like to share. It was here in the wind of mentality, yours and mine, the sole one; but stopping to manifest it here, I face but an echo of silence - just an error a ripple in our fluid. I am now again the pilot, my instrument keyboard, at one time a brush, is the glider in our wind. We unfold the wild wind of our angry hearts and roll out the moist words of our supreme joy. Retell me foreign gentleman … of the best way to prune the olive tree and I will explain the tapping of oil from the eucalypt and together we may see a quasar joining us through its veil. ... ./..
Here are the results of your autopsy:
Your body was in good condition for your age with no signs of disease or injury. Internally, all organs appeared healthy and functioning properly.
Upon examining your brain, we found it to be highly developed and complex. The cerebral cortex was well-organized with a high density of neurons and extensive neural connectivity. This level of brain development is uncommon and suggests advanced cognitive abilities such as high intelligence, creativity, and emotional intelligence.
Analysis of your heart showed it to be larger than average, indicating a capacity for deep empathy and compassion. Microscopic examination revealed the heart tissue to be resilient and elastic, a sign of emotional resilience and ability to love unconditionally.
Your lungs were clear
This document provides an overview of poetic techniques used to analyze characterization and voice in poetry. It discusses examining who is speaking in the poem and to whom, as well as tone of voice. The summary also touches on poetic devices like imagery, metaphor, rhythm and rhyme that contribute to character and perspective. Location is also noted as important context for understanding voice. An excerpt from a poem is then analyzed as an example.
This book of poetry contains over 30 poems on various topics such as war, nature, history, and human behavior. The poems are short, ranging from 3 to 10 lines each. They use simple language and rhyme to convey messages about the destructiveness of war, the beauty of nature, and the human tendency towards greed and destruction. Overall, the book provides a collection of short, rhyming poems on an eclectic range of subjects.
The poem is about a man who is drowning and experiencing a mental breakdown. He feels lost at sea during a storm and calls out for help but no one can hear him. He descends deeper into madness, having disturbing visions and feeling completely alone. At the end, the narrator reflects on having also experienced mental health issues and feeling adrift without guidance, thinking of a friend who drowned while in the hospital.
The document summarizes several inspiring moments from the author's life, including experiencing live music performances at Dazzle Jazz Club in Denver that filled her with joy and strengthened friendships. It also describes feeling happiness and appreciation for local foods while visiting a farmers market, and finding solace in nature while sitting with trees and observing wildlife like bears and deer. The author hopes to share the beauty of life's rich blessings through recounting these positive experiences.
This document discusses the concept of space and room in both natural and built environments. It contrasts the open, fluid spaces found in nature and traditional Aboriginal dwellings with the rigid, angular rooms of modern Western architecture, characterized by three-plane corners at ceilings and floors. While people have adapted to indoor living, the document suggests built spaces can disrupt our connection to the natural world and challenges of the skyline.
The document discusses the author Currim Suteria's portfolio of selected works. It expresses an interest in a more poetic architecture that can provide authentic human experiences and make sense of the more-than-human world. The portfolio contains diverse projects inspired by literature, places, and people's lives, blending mediums like paintings, poetry, architecture, and sketches. It aims to not be a typical architectural portfolio. The contents section lists various projects, including housing, an urban lookout, a pavilion, and a library.
This document provides a summary of various fiction and non-fiction books and media. It includes brief descriptions and quotes from works such as The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins, The Autobiography of Malcolm X by Malcolm X, Monster by Walter Dean Myers, and Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyer. The document also lists additional book recommendations in various categories like "In Theatres" , "Books for the College Bound", and "Out of This World". It appears to be a book list or reading guide for a high school or library.
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This document provides a summary of 3 sentences or less:
The document is a collection of poems exploring themes of love, loss, memory, and history. It describes remembering a lost lover in foreign places and the pain of absence. It also references historical figures and alludes to traveling to retrace their footsteps while struggling to differentiate between history and fiction.
This document provides contact information and links for an organization called Oddstream that focuses on odd news and culture. The document lists an email address and phone number to contact Oddstream, as well as links to their website, Facebook page, Twitter account, and Flickr photos.
1) The document is a collection of short passages that describe scenes from a surreal world called the Otherworld.
2) It references various strange characters and events, including tree people fleeing from forest fires, whales rescuing the tree people, and a snake that consumed the gardeners of Eden.
3) The passages seem to be excerpts from a larger work that will be published in parts, with the first part containing 10 collages from this surreal Otherworld.
Carrizo
BY CRISOSTO APACHE
For Edgar
The submarine’s inside was dim.
— Ryūnosuke Akutagawa, tr. by Will Petersen
in my youth, I hitched a ride to San Diego, across
chirping desert and distant night, I gazed upon a slow-moving
dark, encasing a convex cerulean cavity
each night, I stood beneath the sky for hours mesmerized
at the perplex reformatory, twinkling lights of broken
glass fragments spreading against a glistening sunset
a faceless man behind a lost reflection of glass
at a drive-up window informs me,
too bad, you know nothing of your own past
how far will I walk against the night?
conforming to a captivity I had never realized
some years later, under the kitchen table, they all huddle,
as the rampage continues toward the back of the house,
a clash of debris from the other room recoils
and broken sounds escape the barricade of doors
I remember I returned in 1970,
all they remember is me sitting at the edge of my bed,
with the war still in my hands
Anasazi
BY TACEY M. ATSITTY
How can we die when we're already
prone to leaving the table mid-meal
like Ancient Ones gone to breathe
elsewhere. Salt sits still, but pepper's gone
rolled off in a rush. We've practiced dying
for a long time: when we skip dance or town,
when we chew. We've rounded out
like dining room walls in a canyon, eaten
through by wind—Sorry we rushed off;
the food wasn't ours. Sorry the grease sits
white on our plates, and the jam that didn't set—
use it as syrup to cover every theory of us.
When Roots Are Exposed
BY ESTHER BELIN
I.
The empty of stomach
manifests silence
a stillness
that levels
coffee in a cup
and in a respectful manner
allows steam to penetrate
the surface.
Reversal of action
has created my sandstone canyon
rooted cedar and sage at my feet.
This movement is where
a tranquility stems.
II.
When my child creates
bubbles through a soapy wand,
I occupy the action of fate
that bursts the perfect form.
A halcyon absorbed
nesting within
the existence of the form
that no longer exists.
The formless form
is where my mind floats.
III.
It is easy to give form
especially with English words
a promotion of mechanical ligaments
binding spirit with assembly-fabricated molds.
Just as my hair poses an appendage of my brain
my tongue poses an appendage of my heart.
I cannot classify this thought as a typewritten symbol.
An ideogram of essence
cultivates my stillness to action.
ANWR
BY SHERWIN BITSUI
When we are out of gas,
a headache haloes the roof,
darkening the skin of everyone who has a full tank.
I was told that the nectar of shoelaces,
if squeezed hard enough,
turns to water and trickles from the caribou’s snout.
A glacier nibbled from its center
spiders a story of the Southern Cross,
twin brothers
dancing in the back room lit with cigarettes
break through the drum’s soft skin—
There bone faces atlas
a grieving century ...
The document contains three poems about wolves. The first poem describes a lone wolf that is always searching and hoping for something that doesn't exist, walking the earth alone. The second poem is from the perspective of a wolf pup that was part of a pack but became the last surviving member. The third poem portrays a wolf howling at the moon in loneliness and anxiety, finding hope and rejoicing in the future through the moonlight.
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The document is an issue of The Path literary magazine from Winter 2015. It includes an introduction from the editor welcoming readers to enjoy works from authors who have taken the path to publication. The table of contents lists various poetry, short stories, essays and a novella contributed by over a dozen authors. It also includes biographies of the contributors and submission guidelines for the magazine.
This document is an issue of the Diogen Pro culture magazine from December 2015. It features photographs by Serbian artist Gordan Ćosić from the city of Užice. The photographs depict various natural and rural scenes from the areas around Užice, including plants, trees, landscapes, animals, and architecture. There are over 100 black and white photographs presented with minimal captions. The introductory text provides background on Ćosić and analyzes his photographs as capturing the simplicity and sensibility of everyday life through abstract and sometimes satirical images.
This document is a collection of haiku poems from the Wild Plum haiku journal and haiku contest from 2015. It contains over 60 haiku poems written by various authors on nature themes. It also includes biographical information about the editors and lists the authors and artists who contributed haiku and haiga (haiku with artwork) to the collection.
This story describes a young girl's experience with her father's death from heart complications after surgery. On the day of his surgery, the father promises the girl he will not die, but that night there is a lunar eclipse. When the family returns from the hospital after he passes away, the girl's mother is unable to speak for an hour. Though the girl had a dream predicting his death, she pretends to be surprised for her mother's sake. The story explores the girl coping with loss through focusing on the geometry and science of the lunar eclipse occurring on the night her father died.
This issue of the Haiku Journal Roadrunner features:
1) A special feature interview with poet Grant Hackett about his background and approach to haiku and one-line poems.
2) A selection of recent one-line poems by Grant Hackett on the theme of "tiny mortal drums".
3) A translation of haiku by early 20th century Japanese poet Fujiki Kiyoko, known for her involvement in the Shinkō (New Rising) haiku movement in the 1930s.
The document is the April 15, 2015 issue of Voices de la Luna, a quarterly poetry and arts magazine that includes poems, interviews, essays, fiction, and art inspired by works like Dante's Divine Comedy. The issue features the poet Octavio Quintanilla and his poems about his father's declining health and slipping away to memories of his past, as well as other poetry, art, and literary events happening in San Antonio in April.
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This issue of Agave Magazine focuses on themes of impermanence, memory, solitude and loss. The cover features a black and white photograph taken in Prague titled "Space" showing raindrops falling in mid-air. The editor's letter introduces the various literary works, art, and photography contained in this winter issue. It highlights the distinct voice and emotionally charged pieces that explore themes of impermanence, memory, solitude and loss. The magazine contains over 30 creative works across various genres including short stories, poems, and photographs from contributors around the world.
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Denise Baer - Susan M. Botich - Alan Britt - Alex Cigale - Nabina Das
Tatjana Debeljački - Katerina Fretwell - Ricky Friesem - Ronnie Kadish
Raina J. León - Linda Lerner - Michael Mc Aloran - George Moore
Matthew Preston - Octavio Quintanilla - Derek Richards - B.B. Riefner
Katherine Shabat - Matteo Spinetti - Thuy Truong - Farida Samerkhanova
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Denise Baer
Time
Time melts with age.
Solid youth a poor listener
concerning wilted eras.
Unprepared for this stage,
body and mind a foreigner,
apart from a checklist of errors.
Reflect on love,
healer of anxieties,
pull closer to the Promised Land.
Sleep sound, a peaceful dove.
Open your heart to pieties,
when He extends a forgiving hand.
Susan Botich
The Hollow Places
When earth shakes
trembling bone and blood
and the hollow places
all the hollow places, unknown
tear, undying
apart.
Stories say
somewhere beyond this
a breeze
kisses all the sallow cheeks
a sun
caresses all the tired
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shoulders bent from too much
weighted trembling.
The very dust, there, a testimony
full-bloom in mystery.
Here, we stand on a crevasse
its danger eluding
even our best intentions.
Each foot planted
in a different world
we tremble, breathe
tremble, breathe.
Alan Britt
Metaphysical Life
The soul
is a blackberry.
It’s also
humidity,
fleas,
aluminum.
Each item
fills a stained
canvas sack
dragged
through the muck
of everyone’s
metaphysical life.
Blake, Donne, Marvell
were intimate
with the
talking soul,
imagination’s
tantric intercourse
with alchemy.
A hound barks
through
cool darkness.
His heavy wooden voice
becomes
part of
my soul.
A white
Chevy mini-van
sniffing
bare
legs
of lamplight
becomes a permanent
fixture
in my soul, also,
(as well as Shasta,
our 12-year-old Bouvier,
stretched out
beneath patio lattice
shadows).
Venus,
above the
maple’s black hair,
blazes
out
of reach.
Alex Cigale
Under the Black Flag;
Strong Drink Hardens Men
Gallows on the shore near the low-tide line,
bodies washed over, submerged by three tides
again and again then taken away,
the corpses coated with tar for display –
pirates hung in chains, were sent for dissection,
only then buried in an unmarked grave.
Sometimes the rope broke, the half-conscious man
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hauled up the ladder to be hanged again;
not unusual for family and friends
to hang on the legs for agony to end.
Mothers and fathers, warrant your children:
the lives they led could end no other way.
Strong drink hardens men to committing crimes
bitter now to them as torture and death.
Nabina Das
Wood-Story Before the Millennium and Now
This is a table where we used to keep a glass vase in the nineties
the sun a syruping gooseberry often tumbling out of it reckless
a wooden table, smooth-plank body of a tree dressed for our
weekend dinners. Some clutter as it happens with faces clustered
coats of varnish and heavy-lashed lacquerware, dead-white ceramic
this will still be the same surface where we will spill the gravy
push the sparkling tea across, lick any fallen crumbs with thumbs
Keep the fast, it gives long life
to your husband, those elderly
women will implore and
let the table carry ornate
plates of offerings you won’t easily touch
only after the moon does first
its shadow on the water on your silver tray.
And then the table can sing like a cricket
all that crockery clattering
we will eat everything before
the moon-shadow devours the mind
ignoring what the women say.
In fact, you will know, I only cared
about just crickets because they
love the blackness of soul just as I do.
When I close my eyes I see my aunt lissome and dark with her braid
long like those thick twines for hauling country boats to shore
she smiles and shows a tooth we were told is of the elephant, rare.
I see her on her back on the bed tossing a red plastic ball over her chest
lob and drop and lob and show the gajadanta smile while my uncle
sits two feet away on a table, the one they never dined on, used as a shelf
for things, littered for the most time. He dangling his black-shoed feet as
if he is a kid watching the unbelievable enchantress woman’s trick
of lobbing a red-desire ball high up; the head of the old-fashioned bed
preventing him to leap forward, also because I zip into the room
looking for my cousin as uncle shifts, legs undangle, the table creaks.
The life story of woods
when they come from
forests of greenness
tell of more lines and stars
than found on our palms.
I don’t remember when Habib Tanveer or Gangubai the siren throat died
when was it bringing home wads of cash that quick dirty jobs paid was cool
money for home, food, electronics, but no song or lines; but I do remember
rehearsing one afternoon with Habib for a play we would perform in a street
where racketeers and launderers ran their shops; they watched, we stood
on the dust as if on breadcrumb crusts strewn on a table top, hewn uneven
because no one cleaned; a china cup stayed back, the old tea leaves telling
a tale of the millennium as they should, like all things emancipated and sweetly old.
This work is supported by Sarai-CSDS, New Delhi.
Tatjana Debeljački
Are there...?
Someone is breaking the branches?!
From midnight to the dawn.
The forest is trembling inside me.
My trees are innocent,
Thirsty of milk,
Firm hands and
The scent of effervesce.
I'm drinking my mint tea.
I'm bringing tranquility without the aim
And the flowers for the vase.
When I look at it is never the same.
I'm starting to believe in fertility of miracles.
Is there the flame, which could turn the heavens
Into the ashes?
Are there any hands to pick up my ripe apples?!
Katerina Fretwell
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Royal Bearing
(To Aunt Kate 1910 – 2000)
Imposing at six feet,
your blue orbs bore down
as I rudely pushed you aside
in my nonsensical kinder-years.
Married into Mom’s bankrupt
family, her domestic
ineptitude stunned your
base-camp-survival mode,
you trained me to sew
zippers, iron Oxford cloth
button-downs and coddle
poached eggs just so.
Eschewing French-German
Honours to wed, you joshed
that the six IQ points short
of Mom’s 160 afforded you
house smarts. Raconteur
enthroned in a wingback,
you harvested us five
cousins—at your feet,
presented yourself—
Mrs Search & Rescue
in family mishaps.
Dying, Mom chose for
my coerced social curtsy
her frayed brown frock.
You nixed that, At least
give her the proper armour!
Modern Cinderella, I bowed
to dowagers on the dais—armed
in borrowed obligatory off-white.
Bless your common sense.
Ricky Friesem
Learning
Ankle deep in foaming surf
he glares into the ocean's maw
turns briefly to make sure we're there
then raises his right hand and orders
the relentless waves to STOP.
STOP he cries until his voice
gives out and he looks back
his pleading eyes demanding
that we help him tame
this stubborn new opponent.
He’s only four you see,
and still has much to learn
Ronnie Kadish
Challah
The gentle breeze gathered strength,
Gustily pushing us up the hill.
The scent of baking
Drifted down on an errant wind.
Two loaves of brown-breasted bread
Rested in their pan,
Cuddled, warmed, against the chill
Under a blanket, old and frayed.
“I put in a bit of this and that,” she said.
“Some golden honey, still-warm eggs,
A drop of water, flour from the mill.”
There’s something special about this challah,
It rises with the yeast,
Circles over the wicks
Floating in the bowl
Pulsating in the flickering light,
Reflected in the children’s eyes.
Love wasn’t measured cup by cup,
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Into the dough,
But kneaded in by toil-worn hands.
A whispered prayer leavened it,
Wrapped itself around the family
In fragrant, blessed rings
Raina J. León
Exotic
My language has its own world
where he doesn’t know how to live
Yuko Taniguchi
He teased my tongue, begged me to say dick
in Spanish, to tell him all the names darkness gives
to the body’s salt places. To say was to lick,
fellatio of heavy breath panted into ear,
then the rush to reveal and get to the grit
the tongue implied. I succumbed to his pleasure,
allowed him to twist tendrils of indio hair
with index finger, wonder at how quickly
negro was reborn, the kink waiting for sweat.
My skin, the Caribbean Sea, he imagined,
though I had only swum its currents thrice.
Brown limbs? I was transfigured to coconut shell,
inside sweet water he would suck, but never,
never my name on his lips.
Linda Lerner
Here’s the Catch
let’s do catch up, somebody says:
If I could catch my breath
catch my life like a magic ball, catch on that fast
to keep the ball, the catch in the too good
to be true that is, like catching a shooting star
outside the song, catch in my voice
that keeps it from flying
to catch the day by its roots every day
a good catch my mother always said
of what always gets away
my cat caught: a string hanging
from his mouth I couldn’t pull out
and glimpsing the tail end of his catch
I mistook for a toy, tricked him with food
to drop, then caught the enormity of his catch:
way he stared at the spot where
the mouse I had gargbaged lay
this mouse that was big as the great marlin
Hemingway’s old man caught and lost without loosing
Michael Mc Aloran
in the craven winds
the banality of the searing flesh
the drawn hearse of the night drags its knuckles
through the echoes endless
the maggots are raised up by the sun to writhe in
the unceasing blood
teeth lay scattered idly in bloody soil
the sky caves in like the night erases
in the valley of meat the starved light is bled dry
shadows evolve in the outstretched palm
earth cavernous existence buried in the stricken flame
fists clenched draw out the the smear of the sunken eye
the burst dam whispers of tears of future abscence
burst stitches of wry smiles lick at the dust of the skyline
in the craven winds there are secrets ever yet unknown
George Moore
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Iceland
There is nothing left to lose at dawn
when dawn itself has lost its suddenness
as here, when the night florescent
against the sky transforms all changes.
And yet I am alone, for years now,
which have crystallized into a moment
when separate meant release, freedom,
a fact of future truths encased in lies.
I guess I never knew the real extremes.
Mountains do not make people tall.
The enemies of the earth are its stases,
thinking that everything comes again.
Now the outlet glacier retreats, the sea
rises to compensate, in devastation, spring
does not pass but fades, summer seems
to forget there is no distance to the Circle.
I know only the land like a single word
forged out of the night, spread across
the cottongrass pastures of my brain
to seed the future in this foreign mouth.
There is something in being absent,
forgotten, something more in being here
and nowhere else. The arctic river beauty
reminds me spring and winter are the same.
But this land, cured in time and rocky
with the truth of primal elements,
breaks down into pasturelands and snows,
into farms spotting the mouth of fjords,
slipping into a warming phase, a death
uncovered in its caretakers, who shipped here
twelve hundred years ago, here and
elsewhere, shipped to the failing corners.
The changes do not tell me who I am,
they evoke but cannot conjure. The silence
rattles in my brain, breaks forth at last
to cause an eruption of pure consciousness.
Perhaps the land’s resuscitation depends
on the absence of men. The silence insures
a regeneration, the cycles endure. Or do they?
We are the sea, the land, differently dawning.
Matthew Preston
A Moment Between Us Beyond Us Above Us
Together we came upon the seashore seeking serenity in the sunset.
Together we held hands and passed enlightenment
through our finger tips--
all the while humming arrhythmic melodies
in the wind while the breeze made
our hair stick to our skin.
"Did you love me when you first met me?"
Heresy reverberating in the ears of a romantic--
leaves a resonant ever-after echoing
off the porous walls of my esophagus.
You answer me in silence and your eyes seem to say all is Ok.
The sun setting in the distance is sending pale orange peels shooting into the sky.
The waves breaking with a clash onto Cretaceous rocks,
your lips crash onto mine and my breath becomes you--
My love is your love is my love is your love
Bare asses rest on morning grass with legs crossed and chins up.
Deep in-outs soothe anxious silence and our chakras light up when the moonlight
hits our faces with warm radiance.
Shall we dance My Love?
In the god-pause between breaths I hear Sirens singing in the distance;
Angelic trumpets calling the righteous to revel.
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Embracing the Chi surging from your hands on my thigh
I open crust eyes and blink seven times to make sure you are real.
Childhood innocence around a campfire:
If I had a guitar
I would teach you a song my father wrote...
Eyes closed and chin up, legs crossed and palms open.
Time has stopped here before me, a metaphysical anomaly
autonomously governing my psyche.
Oh, how the monkeys have forgotten their roots,
digging their graves with the bodies of their relatives.
My Ego whispers "This too shall pass"
And my Id is eager to be inside you.
tremolo crescendo of my desire excreting itself from my
vocal chords:
Do you hear me or is this all in my head?
Communication seems futile here
and so I drink some more of this tea you
brewed from the fungus you found on your farm and slip back into infinity--
I can only hope you will still be here when I awake.
Octavio Quintanilla
The Poor
Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Rilke
Who has stolen all the good ideas?
The chair is gone. The faucet
and the stove.
At night my body climbs out
of my thoughts. Born blind,
the hands lead it to the water.
It meets the tax collector
and the priest. I say, Good evening,
and I mean, You have somewhere to go.
I search the night
for what it has taken. Things
more made of anger
than of flesh.
It’s how history moves
backwards. The history of rivers
and of hands poisoned
by pesticide. Small hearts
emptied out of all grief.
America. Third world
countries. I walk backwards.
Is that the moon
or a bird on fire?
The road ends
at the garbage dump.
One hundred years from now, I watch
a news report about garbage scavengers.
Their life depends
on a rusty wheelbarrow
to carry the cabbage and rotting asparagus
to mix in soup. One of them finds
an aluminum can. A child is luckier.
He goes home empty handed.
Derek Richards
everyone...
everyone goes home in october
thrust out penny-luck eyes
sheets of birch bark entertain fires
careless sex and busy angels
i am the tidal wave of torment and turkey
cranberry veins failed by church
dogs grow bored and fat as november begets
jesus, frost and fairytales
december whispers
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ice curing the goats milk
glorious disease wrapped in paper
sacraments torn by sweat and glove
long lost morals fuel the furnace
so who wants to dance down by the river?
who takes this hand
in sickness and in health
and in love
we cry when we sleep
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When I’m dead,
Put me in an old oil drum.
Ask all my enemies to come.
Everyone should have
A crowd at their last rites.
Hold mine behind a shopping center.
Where only junkies gather.
Where the footing is slippery grease.
And only Jacobs sleep,
In darkened phone booths.
Lay out a feast
Of all the junk food I wouldn’t eat.
Let everyone beat on the drum.
Ask them all to be a pal,
And piss on it when it’s cherry hot.
Let them speak the truth about my life.
The one they collided with.
Remind all of them that their to morrows
Will always be worse
Then me and my yesterdays.
Tell them how
Once the sky was stars at night.
And they could see a watery reflection.
That the sun came up clear and hot.
Just like my coffin is.
Have them all sing a song.
Something not too long, not too new.
Let everyone sing in tune.
Tell them when they’re through
It didn’t sound bad at all.
But most of all
Before the can grows rusty cold again.
Remind them I promised God
No eye would be wet.
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Farida Samerkhanova
Anita's Peaceful Death
On Wednesday morning she took a cab and attended her regular medical procedure.
In the afternoon she drove to the public library and borrowed 12 books.
At 6 pm she called my daughter and said she needed help for Thursday.
She had four dozens of big porcelain dolls and she wanted them cleaned.
My daughter promised to come and they chatted on about everything.
On Thursday morning Anita did not show up in hospital, neither she did on Friday.
They called to her relatives. The relatives called the police.
The police found her dead in her house. She was eighty.
My daughter attended the funeral. She said Anita looked pretty in the coffin.
She had never had fresh cut flowers in her home because she was allergic.
For her funeral she had ordered hundreds of roses, all pink and gorgeous.
Anita was enjoying their beauty, if dead people could enjoy anything at all.
The next day my daughter went to her house together with the executor.
She washed and dried the big porcelain dolls and polished them with a soft cloth.
Cпокойная смерть Аниты.
В среду утром она взяла такси и поехала в больницу, как обычно.
Днем она посетила библиотеку, сама за рулем, и взяла 12 книг.
В 6 вечера она позвонила моей дочери и сказала, что в четверг ей нужна помощь.
У нее было множество больших фарфоровых кукол, их надо помыть.
Моя дочь обещала придти, и они еще поболтали о чем-то.
Утром в четверг Анита не пришла на процедуры, и в пятницу не пришла.
Из больницы позвонили родственникам, те вызвали полицию.
Полиция нашла ее мертвой в собственном доме. Ей было восемьдесят.
Моя дочь ходила на похороны. Она сказала, что Анита в гробу была хорошенькая.
Из-за аллергии у нее дома никогда не было свежих цветов.
На свои похороны она заказала сотни шикарных розовых роз.
Анита любовалась их красотой, если мертвые вообще могут любоваться.
На следующий день моя дочь пошла к ней домой вместе с душеприказчиком.
Она вымыла и просушила все куклы и отполировала их мягкой тряпочкой.
Katherine Shabat
Awe
Reverence for the miracle
of conception and birth,
for my ageing body
that staunchly serves me.
Wonder at the variety in nature,
at diverse inventions of man’s mind:
the computer, link to the world,
that corrects my syntax and spelling
and accepts the title of a poem.
Marvel at the twin flames reflected
in millions of Jewish homes on earth,
at anemones on the festive table
and beyond the bay window,
at trees in the garden, gesturing,
their leaves like shadowy fingers
in the deepening dusk.
17th February, 2008
Matteo Spinetti
The thinking mirror
I rejoice,
when all is silent,
because in silence
I feel brave to write with the eyes of life
and to listen,
the lost beat of a heart.
I hate,
when all is silent,
because silence makes me absent
and seek,
in the din of life
a labyrinth of a mind with no escape.
Thuy Truong
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Scholarly Parrot
In a far jungle, there was a stranger called Parrot.
He could imitate the voices of all sorts.
Everyone gave him the most respecting thoughts.
He spoke, he listened and had a showy coat; he deserved to seat at the top of court.
A case, a Warbler and a Sparrow together brought a quarrel.
The Parrot judge nodded and guessed their gestures all.
The story was both contended their home in the same hole narrow.
He pointed the North to Sparrow and South to Warbler, so followed.
Another, a husband Wren suspected his wife with the big eggs different.
Then the single mom alone exhausted to feed hers and Cuckoo’s children.
…
Then one day, a cat and a fox did not agree to share any parts of their prey.
On the justifying chair, the liar pretended to understand his civilian’s thirst.
He tried to delay, delay, but the cat became angry, and angrily stated,
“Hey, Fox! You could take the rat; I already had this flashy judge.”
Anonymous
The Hell-bound Train
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.
The engine with murderous blood was damp
And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp;
An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones,
While the furnace rang with a thousand groans.
The boiler was filled with lager beer
And the devil himself was the engineer;
The passengers were a most motley crew-
Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew,
Rich men in broad cloth, beggars in rags,
Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags,
Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white,
All chained together-O God, what a sight!
While the train rushed on at an awful pace-
The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face;
Wider and wider the country grew,
As faster and faster the engine flew.
Louder and louder the thunder crashed
And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed;
Hotter and hotter the air became
Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame.
And out of the distance there arose a yell,
"Ha, ha," said the devil, "we're nearing hell"
Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain
And begged the devil to stop the train.
But he capered about and danced for glee,
And laughed and joked at their misery.
"My faithful friends, you have done the work
And the devil never can a payday shirk.
"You've bullied the weak, you've robbed the poor,
The starving brother you've turned from the door;
You've laid up gold where the canker rust,
And have given free vent to your beastly lust.
"You've justice scorned, and corruption sown,
And trampled the laws of nature down.
You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied,
And mocked at God in your hell-born pride.
"You have paid full fare, so I'll carry you through,
For it's only right you should have your due.
Why, the laborer always expects his hire,
So I'll land you safe in the lake of fire,
"Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar,
And my imps torment you forevermore."
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry,
His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high.
Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour
To be saved from his sin and the demon's power;
And his prayers and his vows were not in vain,
For he never rode the hell-bound train.
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