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Marching Forward (Poetry Excerpted)
Blacklisted again, I perch, idle, outside the bakery window, having been deemed too sick and untrustworthy to be a secretary in contact with the public. – From “Poem for Art Strike,” a poem by Jon Skuldt, as posted in on the Slope Web site. »
Bought & Sold, All in Your Mind (Poetry Excerpted)
An old man backs into a parking space, his glasses square and large, his arms swinging awkward and heavy in his stiff-walk. A town of keychains and abuse—always someone in leather. Like satellite stations, like a lunch pass, we all sold something to get here. –From “Nothing’s for Sale,” a poem by Jennifer Denrow, as posted on the Cimarron... »
Judgement Save the Librarian (Poetry Excerpted)
I will guide you between worlds–take this–here it is– But now I must go. Now there is someone else who needs That stupid trashy book by a misguided author-freak that everyone’s reading. –From “Library,” a poem by Stephanie Brown, as posted on the The American Poetry Review Web site. »
Immortal Now (Poetry Excerpted)
As posted by Grace Tazewell through the GhentPoetryCafe From “The Story of My Heart” 1883 By Richard Jefferies It is eternity now. I am in the midst of it. It is about me in the sunshine; I am in it, as the butteryfly in the light-laden air. Nothing has to come; it is now. Now is eternity; now is the immortal life. »
Dirty Dickinson (Poetry Excerpted)
She couldn’t say no to Shelley, with whom to share a bed was bliss though not primarily in a sexual way. As for Keats, he had a cute cock but was prone to premature ejaculation. –From “Table Talk,” a poem by Molly Arden, as posted on the Melic Review Web site. »