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Blind-Born Fish

Blind-Born Fish

If I were a blind-born fish Pale and listless on deep sea cliff, Never to know the heat of sun Nor the thin white feel of day, I could never dream of that called warm Nor vision a heat-scorched sand. I see in this colored day While sitting in filtered noontime sun, A world all […]

Writing Our Future

Writing Our Future

      “Writing Our Future” by Esther Bradley-DeTally December 13, 2016 Tattered nerves on a planet gone flat as in air out of bicycle tire, or thin conversations conveying empty space. Ain’t it awful?  It’s been done before. Nasty Nero and his violin and Caligula, that besotted fool committed unspeakable acts of horror, all […]

Girls

Girls

Poem from… Future Awakes in Mouth of NOW by Gerda Govine Ituarte published by Swan World/Éditions du Cygne 2016           Future Awakes in Mouth of NOW acknowledges the power of silence and reflection to heal the residue that blinds and binds us. Words carry the cadence, tone, feel and melody to weave […]

Future Awakes in Mouth of NOW

Future Awakes in Mouth of NOW

Two poems from… Future Awakes in Mouth of NOW by Gerda Govine Ituarte published by Swan World/Éditions du Cygne 2016                 Future Awakes in Mouth of NOW acknowledges the power of silence and reflection to heal the residue that blinds and binds us. Words carry the cadence, tone, feel […]

Book Launch: Future Awakes in Mouth of NOW

Book Launch: Future Awakes in Mouth of NOW

    Gerda Govine Ituarte uses words like a painter employs a brush—with a strong definitive stroke heavy with paint, revealing grooves and ridges, depth and texture, or a flick of the wrist creating a wisp of an expression, a stipple light as air. Gerda’s poetry paints pictures previously unimagined… Mother Nature in pain. Throws new red shiny […]

Moonday & Luis J. Rodriguez

Moonday & Luis J. Rodriguez

Content courtesy of Moonday Poetry Series (thank you, Lois. P. Jones!): We’re so excited about our June features! Luis J. Rodriguez, Poet Laureate of Los Angeles will shake up Moonday with new work and a taste of his fantastic anthology of Los Angeles, “Coiled Serpent: Poets Arising from the Cultural Quakes & Shifts of Los Angeles.” […]

Till the Very End

Till the Very End

  “98 Year-Old Vet Dresses in Uniform One Last Time On Veteran’s Day, Dies Hours Later” —Huffington Post, November 2014 Master Sergeant Justus straightens his lapels at noon, salutes the nurse, and rests against his weary pillow. Colors swim in Master Sergeant dreams— blue of smoke, white of bone, red of sundered limbs. His leathered […]

Life’s Own Colors Darken

Life’s Own Colors Darken

Words slather with mucus, too much eating Crocodile meat. Words splatter against a sky once light as bisque cups holding hope. Now, life’s own colors darken, by word-stains of politicians from whose lexicon flee words like “justice, integrity, humanity, and the phrase “Do unto others,” hides under a rock somewhere, looking for Mars, Venus, or […]

The Walled Wife

The Walled Wife

      Footnote #2 (must): This Part Doesn’t Actually Happen in the “Ballad of the Walled-Up Wife,” but I punish the queens anyway The littlest sister leaves; her baby cries. Eventually, the sisters swaddle him to near collapse. He can barely breathe, much less bawl himself to sleep. By the time his mother is […]

Falling in Monrovia Canyon

Falling in Monrovia Canyon

I slipped and fell into the creek. Cool, clear water leapt up to kiss me as I collapsed into the shallow stream, suddenly pressed in the mud as a flower finds it has been pressed into a book, or the book finds the flower pressed into its pages. To be flung forward— a headlong revelation, […]

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