Cycling Through—Midwest Poem Song

To Jack Kerouac     I: Winter darkness descending: clouds don’t understand sunlight; keep your freezer stocked.   II: Spring budding flowers urge: pushing leafy envelopes; mail someone your love.   III: Baseball freshly mown diamonds: mechanics sculpted sharply; fulcrums equal hits.   IV: Summer heat cascades fiercely: men revering bikinis; watch but don’t disturb….

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Letting Go of Your Sunrise

We’re fading mirages spent by father times lease. As we wait to balloon to the neon sky, In a haze, day after day, from twilights dawning depths; the sunrise bakes. The slumbering horizon awaits remnants of earths scattered souls to reunite with us. When antiquity phones, this world will yawn, and it’s inhabitants will slip into…

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Early Bird

Archaeopteryx, the early bird, lies petrified as generic admixture, in stone under glass in a splay decidedly crude, its rude wings akimbo and talons curled – denied the contemporary luxury to choose in which frozen indignity to remain.   by Alleliah Nuguid   Alleliah Nuguid is from Fremont, California. She received a BA in creative…

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Clockwork Dolls

My clockwork sparrow is caged in bars of fear. Its song is lonely, but it’s so clear. My wooden rose was planted in a pot of glass. It grows root bound, as time begins to pass. A bronze sun blazes free to be who it wants to be A moon trapped in its orbit, fails…

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Losing Teeth

Someone once told me that if you dream your teeth are falling out, it means you’re dying.   It happened in a breast cancer support group. Nancy said she dreamed her teeth came out in four great clumps, and two weeks later, she was dead.   Grandpa only dreamed his false ones fell out, but…

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Darren Demaree

Emily As a Fifth Tattoo   The spell & form of Emily   is no longer temptation only   & when I didn’t fidget at all   as the needle action(ed) into my ribs,   Eddie said my skin was really soaking   her up this time.  He was impressed   by Emily, her dark…

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