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MICHAEL PAUL LADANYI
So Loud and Red

So Loud and Red Vincent died yesterday, his mind a peach can, tin-rattle horn painted sputter. He drove to work this morning with bloody cotton in his eyes. He liked to collect white toothbrushes and old string, lay them on a 1950's school desk beside a fetal curled copy of Dylan's 19 poems. He used to think so loud and red. I have often thought that small hands could protrude from these green and chalk walls, wash corn yellow ghosts from themselves. This room's worn brown carpet is an accusing hole, soaks up poison words, hemophilic bone nerve-tick soundproofing. It is raining beside my chair, it smells like burned newspaper and cut grass. Vincent is sleeping on a park bench next to tangled blue flowers, spiders and poetry.

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PATRICIA GOMES
The Mad Poet

I got caught in his headlights, swept up by his credentials, as dazzled as he by the arm's length of publishing credits he claimed. Genius, they called him. Obsessed with the mirror's reflection and the high C's he habitually missed. I rode shotgun, assuming I was necessary to his half-composed nocturne and the notes he was ill-equipped to hit if left to his own devices. I stumbled, he glided past cracks in the stairs and peeling bark. He brought me a fiery skyline causing me to erroneously equate gay + poet = brilliance. I followed him through prickly mazes at Chinese monasteries, refilled his refillable pens, and paper-toweled the blood trails of beheaded statuary all the while assuming that once the film had lifted from his eyes there would be a coming to of good sense; there would be soulful kisses with my fingers locked in his hair; I would earn, at last, his praise. None of this occurred. As his madness progressed, we planned concertos, plotted column width, debated what John Q. would accept as intellect and what would be labeled blasphemy. We did these things over wine and Wagner, candles and cheese — yes, even the fantasies came with a symphony. It was no secret that I loved deeply, but in the end, self-preservation ruled and I left him alone with ladder-back metaphor to write of feathers sprinkled with crushed bone as the latest trend dictates. He labors intensely while burning sage and imitating his own old works.

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RE So Loud and Red copyright MICHAEL PAUL LADANYI - From author Michael Paul Ladanyi, comes his latest book, Humming Riddles in Naked Seasons, which is now listed with Amazon.com, and is available for pre-order through them and the publisher, Sun Rising Books! Price $16, ISBN 0-9755955-0-4.
"His rhythm and meter are flawless and the images perfectly suited to seasons losing their light in a worldly sense and gaining it back through words." Janet Buck, poet, author and six-time Pushcart Nominee.
"Ladanyi's poetry takes its place among the rare worthwhile poetry written during our postmodern age." Duane Locke, poet, author, Professor of the Humanities. "Michael Paul Ladanyi's images are rich, his rhythms deeply musical. His poems readily unfold, immediately impacting a reader; and, yet, like an exquisite painting, they maintain a certain mystery, even after multiple readings." John Amen, poet, author and Editor of The Pedestal Magazine.
RE The Mad Poet copyright PATRICIA GOMES : Creator of the Octologue, an eight-line syllabic form of poetry, Patricia Gomes is an interviewer for Lily , and the assistant editor of Adagio Verse Quarterly . Her work has appeared in dozens of electronic journals in addition to print anthologies. In April 2004, Lit Pot Press published her chapbook, Stroking Castro's Beard