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.   V: Autumn crispness ascending: …

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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 their dormancy; You 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 writing from Northwestern University and …

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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 to see what the sun …

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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 math, her mining   of …

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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 when he woke, he couldn’t …

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Song for a Roadside Motel Room

Gravel crunches as I pull into an almost empty parking lot Cut the engine, watch it shudder a weak protest Slump back in the torn leather seat And light a cigarette Eyes jumping to and from the few scattered cars Like an old detective film Make sure the coast is clear Office door creaks open just enough for me to …

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“The rain fell like applause”

(M. Ondaatje)     The rain fell like applause it fell all night and it fell like applause though for whom or why I do not know it fell and it fell and I couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps it was for the moon this hollow moon or the trees drained of birds there was rain and the applause …

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Three Changes

This isn’t about a man evaporating to skeleton, or joe bargaining with air from a combat zone as his father lies on the crucifix bed, moaning so coherently the sins of the world coalesce, come forth in black chugs of foam, intestine, final whispers of God.   Not the twenty-by-twenty-foot crater where the memory of joe’s name lay less than …

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A Ghost of a Chance

You must have had the same experience. You meet someone and in an instant, you know they’re the one. That’s the way it was with Maggie. The fact that she’s a ghost created complications, sure. But when you’ve fallen in love, you’re not stopped by the first hurdle. Hugging was a challenge. I wound up caressing myself, and her arms …

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Hummingbird Becoming

red drop blur down hover first, then rush with helicopter sound on mute, between a Monday and the lavender bush, aligned aside a moment you forgot to even notice; still, on wings, it seems to rise in up and down motion, the hope of each becoming squeezed inside the beat of wings, a quantum fine that lasts for you a …

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Michael Salcman

The Eloquent Insufficiency of Poems —James Woods, The New Yorker   They may begin with a stutter and a pause— the interruption grows, reality first distends then explodes in silence, like a spider’s web struck on purpose by a trowel.   The sun isn’t better seen by the shredding of the filmic screen but the heat I feel more intently …

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