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Solaris. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop

April 23, 2016March 15, 2016 by Robin Ouzman Hislop


I'm out of the Station
out of the shuttle
perched on this moving 
crumbling Mimoid 

in its shimmering ocean
                        disintegrating
like an ancient city in ruins
                        like a Pompeii in lava.

Suddenly there's Snow's voice 
in my brain, she's gone Kelvin 
she's gone, she was just a projection.

The ocean laps at my booted feet
as if to anoint them
as porous stalagmites slide underward.

It's in my blood, but not my blood
our crystals are alien, i hear 
Snow's voice again, like an echo
                            she was just a projection

& you, Snow, what are you, i yell
as the stalactites fall to dust – 'Snow!' 

 
* Solaris Stanislaw Lem

Robin Ouzman Hislop, born UK, a reader in philosophy & religions, has travelled extensively throughout his lifetime but now lives in semi- retirement as a TEFL teacher and translator in Spain & the UK.

Robin was editor of the 12 year running on-line monthly poetry journal Poetry Life and Times. In 2013 he joined with Dave Jackson as co-editor at Artvilla.com, where he presently edits Poetry Life & Times, Artvilla.com, Motherbird.com.

He’s been previously published in a variety of international magazines, later publications including Voices without Borders Volume 1 (USA), Cold Mountain Review (Appalachian University, N. Carolina), The Poetic Bond Volumes (thepoeticbond.com) and Phoenix Rising from the Ashes (a recently published international Anthology of Sonnets). His most last publication is a volume of collected poems All the Babble of the Souk available at all main online tributaries

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Irrelative. A Poem by Miriam C. Jacobs

March 16, 2016March 15, 2016 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

*For Ed Hall

Wash hands of him, rip collar,

band one arm in black.

Every year say kaddish, and press

a stone into the ground.

You saw his stumble on the down

step – a Mobile city bus –

two years old, but already wearing his father’s

sins – indistinct, sleepy, immobile

with Norman Rockwell crack,

his mother’s rage, “Get your black

ass up,” what the world will say

if he falls – dreaming – of red hair and freckles,

promises exed. Of course,

she turns on him, tears that calendar

from the wall, pops his woolgathering

head.

MIRIAM C. JACOBS is a alumnus of the University of Chicago and teaches college writing, literature and humanities. Jacobs is the editor of Eyedrum Periodically, the art/literature journal of Eyedrum Art & Music Gallery, Atlanta. Her poetry has appeared in Jewish Literary Journal, The East Coast Literary Review, Record Magazine, The Camel Saloon, Bluestem: the Art and Literary Journal of Eastern Illinois University, The King’s English, and Oklahoma Today, among other publications. Her chapbook of poetry, The Naked Prince, was published by Fort!/Da? Books in September 2013.

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The Body Politik. A Poem by Ron Olsen

March 13, 2016 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

The truth too painful to bear
Honesty becomes the fault
For those who would control
A basis in deceit
Down the Devil’s hole
Where the light of truth
Never shines

Come unto me
You who suffer
And I will comfort you
With words so sweet
So euphoric
An eternal promise
Where fear never dies

A choice
Between fear and hope
Fear the stronger arm
Wins the contest
The evil of lies
Overtaking good
The truth too painful to bear

Only love
Overcomes
Reaching out
Challenging the call
For the annihilation
Of belief
In something better

The beginning the end
The end the beginning
The struggle
To control and contain
The truth
That love enters in
Where fear is cast out

Ron Olsen is a Peabody and Emmy award winning journalist based in Southern California. He is recently retired from the Tribune Company, where he was stationed at the Los Angeles Times, working with the newspaper’s writers and editors to adapt newspaper stories for KTLA-TV. He is the author of more than one-thousand essays and an occasional poem. His essays have been published by several local papers in the Los Angeles area. He began writing poetry just recently. He says he loves the craft of saying more with fewer words, with each word playing a significant role in the piece. “I am sometimes struck by my poetry”
he says.”I’ll look at what I’ve written and wonder where it came from-some wellspring that’s beyond my understanding. What a strange and wonderful process.”

A more complete bio can be found here –
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ron_Olsen
http://workingreporter.com/wordpress/a-question-of-priorities/
or at his blog at
http://workingreporter.com/wordpress or his Facebook page at
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End of World Blues. A Poem by Akpa Arinzechukwu

March 12, 2016 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

The world is aging
Soon perchance
It shall forget how to dance to the rhythm
Of this song

Our lovers in bed with us
Shall become nothing to our eyes than
Logs of wood

Their smiles shall become nooses
To which we shall be hung

And sex
Shall become a frontline
Where blood shall flow in abundance
Desecrating our lands

And the smokes from the chimneys
With other flames from burning bushes
Shall to the atmosphere return

Then
The world shall die
And we the inhabitants

Shall vaporise into the thin
Air

Akpa Arinzechukwu is a Nigerian born poet, environmental activist, blogger and tutor. His works have appeared or will feature on Fundza, Visual Verse, Eastlit, Poetry Pacific and elsewhere. He is currently working on his collection of poetry.

The Last Film. A Poem By Steve Klepetar

March 12, 2016 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

The last film we saw was about a house
in the woods, with an owl circling..

After, you said you saw a painting once, in a museum
in some back street, with a Roman god

parked in front – a house with a circling owl
whose white wings stretched beyond the canvas.

Its wrinkled face tickled your eyes, but the house
itself looked small and broken –

crumbling with rotten boards and holes,
windows cracked and great trees dripping

above a derelict roof. You stopped for coffee then,
small, pale hands warming around the cup,

then bounded down uneven marble stairs just as
snarling guards ushered patrons out into the glowing night.

Steve Klepetar’s work has appeared worldwide, in such journals as Boston Literary Magazine, Deep Water, Expound, The Muse: India, Red River Review, Snakeskin, Voices Israel, Ygdrasil, and many others. Several of his poems have been nominated for \Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize (including three in 2015). Recent collections include Speaking to the Field Mice (Sweatshoppe Publications, 2013), My Son Writes a Report on the Warsaw Ghetto (Flutter Press, 2013) and Return of the Bride of Frankenstein (Kind of a Hurricane Press).

Shadow Land. A Poem by David Chorlton

March 12, 2016 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

The jaguar’s a deity
running away from those who believe in him.

He blends in with the mottled light
that falls on rocks,
turns to breath passing through long grass,
and guides himself by memory

across territory he knew
when he moved in a different body

centuries before
it was settled and mined and divided.
He is so bright now
as he descends from a ridge

the land is the shadow he casts.

David Chorlton was born in Austria, grew up in Manchester, England, and lived for several years in Vienna before moving to Phoenix in 1978. Arizona’s landscapes and wildlife have become increasingly important to him and a significant part of his poetry. Meanwhile, he retains an appetite for reading Eugenio Montale, W. S. Merwin, Tomas Tranströmer and many other, often less celebrated, poets.

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Fruit of Insulin. A Poem by Mark Antony Rossi

February 11, 2019March 12, 2016 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

die hard
the diet
that turns
urine red

watering
grape-stained
bones
of the dead.

sugar sweeter
than young women
unwed

is far kinder
than reason
spoon-fed

Mark Antony Rossi’s poetry, criticism, fiction and photography have appeared in The Antigonish Review, Another Chicago Review, Bareback Magazine, Black Heart Review, Collages & Bricolages, Death Throes, Ethical Spectacle, Gravel, Flash Fiction, Japanophile, On The Rusk, Purple Patch, Scrivener Creative Review, Sentiment Literary Journal, The Sacrificial ,Wild Quarterly and Yellow Chair Review.
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Warm. (Series 7/8/9) Poems by Darren C. Demaree

February 11, 2019February 21, 2016 by Robin Ouzman Hislop

WARM #7

I took a turn
into the outskirts
of the assumption

that each darkness
is a cool pool
waiting

for my warmth
& I got burned
many times

by the thick life
that never dies
in that world.

I left
whole years
in those places.

WARM #8

I look twice
at the pinch
of away

& away from
me. I am
taken by

how often
I long to be
the collision.

WARM #9

All over again,
I talked about birth
as flight,

but to take the air
& the wind
at the same time

takes maturity.
We crawl
though every inch

of the warm
cascade before
we ever look up.

We shake
for decades
after we stand.

Darren C. Demaree

“Darren is a dangerous dreamer, concocting love poems to his home state, and pastorals to his true love. But there’s always something more beneath the surface: sex and violence, villainy, mutilation, uneasy redemption and troubled ecstasy. These poems are pins pressed deep in the disfigured heart of America. They work a dark magic on the reader — they’re unsettling in necessary ways.” Christopher Michel

My poems have appeared, or are scheduled to appear in numerous magazines/journals, including the South Dakota Review, Meridian, The Louisville Review, Diagram, and the Colorado Review.

I am the author of “As We Refer To Our Bodies” (2013, 8th House), “Temporary Champions” (2014, Main Street Rag), “The Pony Governor” (2015, After the Pause Press), and “Not For Art Nor Prayer” (2015, 8th House). I am the Managing Editor of the Best of the Net Anthology.

I am currently living and writing in Columbus, Ohio with my wife and children.

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