To P. Are words partners in crime with life? A heated argument going on, While the rough wild sea can’t wait For souls to dive in and on no accounts Can flowers rise- No funny ghosts, but real wrath and hunger If over here, away to the left, In the lane alongside your fields, Maudlin ballads or garish sunsets keep shouting At full blast that life is wonderful, the trick of blue gamblers- But hush now, look, hope and desire …
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“Golf” & “Tang” * Poetry * Robert Donohue
Golf If seen from outer space The most obvious feature Of where I live Would be the golf courses And everyone residing here Would appear to exist In the narrow margins Between them. My grandmother would collect The errant golf balls All the pros Hit over the fences Into the streets. She kept them in A dresser drawer And seeing this drawer Full of golf balls Would please me As a child. I remember How this drawer smelled: There was …
“Mindfulness” * A Poem of Breath * Holly Darragh-Hickey
I draw it in. One—even—breath. Deeper —past the habitual asphyxiation Burning at the base of my throat. It’s a draught to empty— Oh, to swallow deep forests and crisp, alpine air! It circulates, slackening musculature there— Opening up the body. That radiating breath! One chaining easily, from part to part— Alacrity to replace, to fill up every cell. It begins as a zephyr— Parting teeth at first, Fluid, over the coils of my windpipe, Riding the current into the pulse …
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“Must” & Other Poems by Robert Beveridge
Must Juice is wrungfrom the grapeswith a wooden pressor, nicer, feet. This is donea few times, how manydepends on the grapes and what is left is must.Exhausted, pulpy,but, with essence given,imperative. The juice will,of course, make wine,ferment inside wetbarrels, gain potency. But the must, the structure,can lie on the tonguewithout change, slipdown into the throat,taste of sweetness,exhaustion. Oneiromancer You ask yourself for the hundredthtime how much fish sauce is toomuch, add it, throw in another twotablespoons for good …
“Chlorinated” * Personal Essay * Liz Charlotte Grant
I. Chlorine (KLOHR-een): Cl on the table of elements, in the halogen family; extremely reactive, strips color from whatever it touches, heavier than air; discovered by Carl Wilhelm Scheele in 1774 when he poured hydrochloric acid over pyrolusite (which resembles a lava rock) and, surprise, a yellow-green gas smoke evaporated, filling Scheele’s nostrils with the bright-white smell of bleach. Chlorine was put to use in the cleaning industry for deodorizing and disinfecting; also used to clean human wounds. Then it …
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