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The Last Film. A Poem By Steve Klepetar

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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.
 
 
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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).
 
 

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Shadow Land. A Poem by David Chorlton

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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.
 
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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

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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
 
 
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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

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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.
 
 
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“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
 
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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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Whispering Noose. A Poem by Adam Levon Brown

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The noose perches

above the mold

ridden door, waiting

for all to play

its game

of Thanatos
 
 

Swinging

pendulum

of fate’s

design
 
 

Slip knot

tied with

blistered

hands
 
 

Calling

to the

inner voice

to squelch

the remains

of a life

once celebrated
 
 

Rotting, festering

Heat fever dreams

of cooling dread
 
 

The dead await I
 
 
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Adam Levon Brown is a poet and author residing in Eugene, Oregon. He has one published poetry book out, Musings of a Madman, which is a collection of poems made to enlighten and inspire the reader. Adam attributes his love of poetry to the many great poets he discovered in the school library during his formative years. He enjoys listening to political hip hop music and is a political activist himself.
 
 
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Stay Close. A Poem by Rehan Qayoom

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Stay close to me
My killer, my cherished, stay close
The moment the night crawls
The black night crawls having drunk the blood of the heavens
Carrying a musk balm, carrying a diamond lancet
Arrives mourning laughing, singing
Arrives clinking the crimson anklets of pain
The moment when hearts drowned in bosoms
Begin searching the path of hands hidden in sleeves
In Anticipation
And the regression of wine too like children-sobbing
When the peevish agitated ocean doesn’t divert when diverted
When no precept is made when made
When nothing goes
The moment night crawls
The moment the dwindling, dreary, night crawls
Stay close
My killer, my cherished stay close to me
 
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Rehan Qayoom is a poet of English and Urdu, editor, translator and archivist, educated at Birkbeck College, University of London. He has featured in numerous literary publications and performed his work internationally. He has published 2 books of poetry and several works of prose.
 
 
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For Dylan Thomas. A Poem by Scott Hastie.

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Given all we are born to
In this gorgeous sunlit bower,
Whatever bonds we forge,
Even as charmed infants,
Or the more teasing passions
We might uncover later
In this deliciously viscous,
Verdant world,
They all come from this.
 
Our chance of flesh and blood
And there’s no coming back
From that,
Nor should there be.
 
For any alternative
Would be impossibly dry,
Like dancing endlessly
With tattered ghosts
Decomposing
Before your very eyes;
The defeated drunk at the bar,
A broken hearted
Chalice of dreams,
As dry as dust…
 
God knows though!
Tis precisely
Such a luscious procession
Of fruitful opportunity
That keeps us aglow.
 
So, as one long,
Lazy summer’s day
Chases on another,
Let us indulge ourselves
As kings and queens of the moment.
 
Quaff deeply of all that is on offer
And in loving increments
Fill our vessel to the brim.
 
And surely,
Better by far to live like this?
As if without a care,
In good faith too,
Whilst our spirits are still eager
And bodies abundantly charged.
 
Knowing that when these,
Our glorious days
Have been and gone,
Then to sleep contentedly
With angels
Is all we could ever wish for.
 
 
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Scott Hastie is a successful British born poet and writer, who has been has been commercially published in the UK for over twenty years now. He currently has seven titles in print, including a novel and three collections of poetry. In recent years, the spiritual tone in his maturing poetic voice is starting to draw increasing acclaim from a worldwide audience, especially in the U.S. India & the Middle East.
 
 
Scheduled for global release, in both e & print editions this September, Angel Voices which includes featured poem ‘Graced” is by far his most substantial collection of poetry to date, featuring over 40 brand new poems never before seen, either in print or on the net. This title builds much more on the mature poetic voice that first began to emerge in Scott’s previous title Meditations and also features ALL readers recent favourites, as showcased on his popular website. For much more info, some spectacular advance reviews for Angel Voices , , as well as pre-pub order options , also go to www.scotthastie.com
 
 
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Tenochtitlan. A Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop.

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Who is to say?
 
O Tenochtitlan, lake city
of floral rooftops, white washed walls
trim green gardens, aqueducts
& clean swept alleyways
 
that you should fall
 
to ruin
to colossal wreck.
 
Your God’s cruel laughter
ruler of havoc, chaos, destruction
that final mockery
you knew too well
to shelter from
city of magic, bathed in blood.
 
*
 
Who is to say?
 
An Aeon
 
a fated sun in its fifth heaven
the prophecy must be fulfilled
 
when they came with their plague, their lust
to tread your sacred warrior
blood matted hair, immersed in feculence
en plein air of unassuaged sacrifice, into dust
not a death of feathers & flowers.
 
*
 
Who is to say?
 
As you tossed your hapless
victim’s corpse, gouged heart devoured
on the sacrificial stone slab, down
the great pyramid steps to the suffering poor beneath.
 
Your captive, who was your self
whose steps you’d rehearsed, unto their final agony.
 
Whose flesh, prohibitive for you, you must share
in scattered pieces on the base maize porridge
in your neighbours’ clean kept homes

      but not to the wretched poor

the phantom watchers, who must only crave for more.
 
*
 
Who is to say?
 
that you thought of tomorrow
that it belonged to the deed
what it was to be human.
 
Not so, your new world order conquerors
who raised to the ground & levelled all before them
until nothing remained.
 
Your conquerors, who thought only of tomorrow.
 
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Tenochtitlan, great lake city that for two centuries was the capital of the Atzec empire, built by the warring Mexica tribes of the Atzec peoples & destroyed by the Spanish conquistador Hernan Cortes in 1519.
 
Italics. Ozymandias. Percy B Shelly.
 
Italics. Inga Clendinnen. Atzecs
 
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Robin Ouzman Hislop, born UK, graduate in philosophy & religions, has travelled extensively throughout his lifetime but now lives in semi- retirement as a TEFL teacher and translator in Spain.
 
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.
 
He’s been previously published in a variety of international magazines, which include 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 an international Anthology of Sonnets. His recent publication of collected poems All the Babble of the Souk published Aquillrelle.com is also available at Lulu.com & Amazon.com.
 
 
 
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