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More Aymar Family Poems

More Aymar Family Poems

I Shall Make Poems by Carol Armstrong I shall make poems long after I’ve forgotten my middle name, what cinnamon is for or why the unfamiliar place I sleep is not the home of my childhood The words will seem at first enigmatic and oracular, then untranslatable, unintelligible. They will abandon agreed-upon usage, assume an […]

The Aymars: “Spring” & “The New Face of Old Age”

The Aymars: “Spring” & “The New Face of Old Age”

Geoff Aymar is a fellow Connecticut transplant. He’s an exemplary jazz musician, and not the only family member bursting with creative talent. To begin with, his grandfather Gordon C. Aymar is a 1914 Yale graduate, avid sailor, photographer, portraitist, author, art editor for Harper’s Weekly and Vanity Fair, and a poet…   Spring by Gordon C. Aymar, April […]

Passings

Passings

The summer was just starting yet like a fast ride it was over. The man and the woman arrived at the end; everywhere they sensed the night blooms and crickets. They yearned for the clean, ironed sheets of blue sky that folded into the past. The man and the woman stood in the yard by […]

Poetry & Cookies

Poetry & Cookies

Malware found me one prolific night. Stole my words, my voice, my malapropisms, illiterating them from memory yet holding them for ransom, for real. Pay in bit coins the red pop-up page demanded, by a certain date after which the price will rise. I examine my maladjusted bank account and draw my optical conclusion: Byte […]

Catch-22

Catch-22

Catch-22 A touch, a kiss A blink, a shrug A twitch, a curve A wink, a swerve A tilt, a shake A turn, a veer A rub, a rustle A look, a gaze I’d be damned if this is not a bait! A walk, a trot A gazelle, a deer A river, a lake A […]

Tea

Tea

From Eat This Poem by Nicole Gulotta © 2017 by Nicole Gulotta. Reprinted in arrangement with Roost Books, an imprint of Shambhala Publications, Inc. Boulder, CO. RoostBooks.com.   Tea by Jehanne Dubrow   Tonight I’m fruit and clove. I’m bergamot. I drop a teabag in the cup and boil the kettle until it sings. As if on cue, […]

The Existence of Us

The Existence of Us

          A key turns and I fade away He walks in and past me He doesn’t notice that I am there Maybe I’ve made myself invisible We live an apartheid existence And when we do stand together We simply become columns of catastrophe Notes that belong to different chords If I speak, he will turn If […]

Light Through the Apertures

Light Through the Apertures

    Light Through the Apertures Want to enjoy your travel?… pack little of your belongings Want to enjoy life?… keep to a minimum your yearnings We foolishly think that the foothold of earth is quite strong Haven’t we ever experienced slipping on a marble floor? Don’t take this mortal life so seriously… dear partner […]

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 […]

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