Source Code on Blackheath, London March 20th, 2015 – a poem by Jane R Rogers

Source Code on Blackheath, London March 20th, 2015   Our skyline, once openhearted is now shored-up in your penumbral shadow …………..suspended to only a likeness, …………..brittle as toffee-candy. Copying crows, alerted to life at your second contact, we find shine in flight, our scattered feathers …………..settle, mysterious in the heath’s trees, …………..we trust in our own […]

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Homework – a poem by Mark J. Mitchell

Homework                                       My eyes sting with these relics                                                                         —Gary Snyder                                                                         The Manicheans   The Dante notebook appears on his desk solid as a slap and cold as his hell. He means to get back to those pages—next week or month or year. He could never spell in Italian and his college handwriting […]

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Burned – a poem by Larry Pike

Burned —after Anne Ross Bruce Then Abraham returned to his servants,          and they set off together. . . . —Genesis 22:19 (NIV) Young Isaac had seen enough sacrifices to know something was off  ̶  the long journey to a far mountain, the confusing absence of a lamb. “God will provide, my son,” Abraham said, […]

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Hagiography – a poem by Ray Ball

Hagiography Like Saint Onophrius she kneeled the hair off her legs. Unlike him she did not live in a hermitage somewhere close to Constantinople or maybe Cyprus. Who can remember all their saints except for the nuns? The evergreens were her cathedral. They taught morality differently than the stained glass. She walked through the nearly […]

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