A.D. WINANS : Last Call
GINA C. BRYSON : Hidden Sense
WENDY HAMMOND & MATTHEW RETOSKE : Her Tears
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contemporary international poetry - for your reading pleasure,
poetry from new and established poets and essays on writing


All the fine arts are species of poetry--Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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though made somewhat local by reference to Fargo ND (movie influence), the types here are universally recognized.

Last Call Hidden Sense Her Tears


A. D. WINANS
Last Call
    these bars are all the same     the hours pass by     like a freight train speeding     through Fargo North Dakota     adolescent boys     with stick-shift mentality     between their legs     de-feminized women hawking     their wares, making that     long walk home     left feeling like a pirate     walking a gangplank     morning arriving like a blind man     rattling an empty tin cup
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I have many things to write unto you but I will not write with pen and ink
--JOHN the theologian

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Last Call Hidden Sense Her Tears


GINA C. BRYSON
Hidden Sense
Of my own ability, I am not so sure, worthlessness being my first steps. Another small drop of dna explanations where breath is often taken for granted. I can see The Potter has made me, that dust doesn't weep but for the Maker, gives me another reason for perfecting the internal contents of my upcoming persona. I know my body wearing with the tide and outwardly we all wash away. So choose to live from this simple awareness where burdens of Love lift the invisible heart and foolish men laugh at my lack.
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Poetry endangers the established order  of the soul - Plato

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TEARS! tears! tears!
In the night, in solitude, tears;
On the white shore dripping,
dripping, suck’d in by the sand


-Walt Whitman 'Tears (214)'

Last Call Hidden Sense Her Tears


WENDY HAMMOND & MATTHEW RETOSKE
Her Tears
She floats On a winged wind Beside me. An open window Trickles light, Like holy water drops I witness The beads of it Fall from her eyes roll down her cheek … A labored release With secret undertones.
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POETRYREPAIRS #193 13.10: 120
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A.D. WINANS : Last Call
GINA C. BRYSON : Hidden Sense
WENDY HAMMOND & MATTHEW RETOSKE : Her Tears


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