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They Were Paining she said, all the rain of terror after the TV there was nothing no absinthe, no green fancy to stop what scratches Bodies were numb. Some imagined the soul talking, squeezed uncomfortably behind the heart as unable to sleep E books, v07.05ary, education, the plain language of essays, interviews, opinion, reviews and, as ever, the grand language of poems, by poets whose poetry and prose stretch prevailing views of our world. international writers writing in the global creative community. Gather with friends and recite poetry over food and wine, light candles in darkened places! poetryrepairs.com invites your essay on poetry, or on a poet or poets, and, also, essays on all things related to poetry, its theory and its practice. Or, simply v07.05 on the poems here at poetryrepairs.com |
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v07.04 v07.05 PS : sponsor poetry visit Poetry Sponsors | How Can You Expect Me Not to Write About Death? Is there any other subject splashed these last weeks thickly across TV? Last night I woke up wondering how I could stand not having my cat curl into my skin, a fur doll, a breathing pillow. How can I not think of the bloated girl on the feeding tube, legs splayed, mouth connected to world by a tube for medicine and food. Why wouldn't death seep into every dream? who isn't thinking of their wills, the funerals they will or won't have? With the Pope's body lying in state how can I not think of my mother's last hours, the purple velvet they carried her off in. It's Aril 4, I want to think of the wild plum my, my favorite trees unfolding slowly, late like a difficult birth |
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