Adrian C. Louis
Elegy for the Forgotten Oldsmobile by Adrian C. Louis July 4th and all is Hell. Outside my shuttered breath the …
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Without Warning
“…we don’t know what we know.”
FRIENDLY ADVICE TO A LOT OF YOUNG MEN ~ Charles Bukowski
Go to Tibet Ride a camel. Read the bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a beard. Circle the world in …
Current
Dip your hand into the river forever change its course. The rain that would not come is falling now. …
Letting Go
The mirror, too full of arid reflection, fogs in the cold of this cabined air. Blowing the night’s embers, drawing …
Absolute Desire*
Thought springs forth. We are here, cumulating a past, projecting absolute desire as self; mysterious self? Mystery is rock, is …
Speeding Through The Rez
Originally posted on Poetry on the run:
The sun beats down on tin roofs, a fist from God – the One who made…
Natalie Diaz
Of Indians and angels… Native American Women Poets
Bukowski
What a cynical day I’m having… The Genius of the Crowd
Opposite Ends
In this edgeless weather the light blunts to grey. If not for lovers and birds the day would seem a …
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