RICHARD ALAN BUNCH : The Open Doors
CAROLE NELSON PHILLIPS : A Gardener has her Rituals
ANJANA BASU : Poetry RE: Place
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Richard Alan Bunch was born in Honolulu and grew up in the Napa Valley.

The latest works by Richard Alan Bunch are: Collected Poems 1965-2011 and The Color of Sunrise: Stories, Poems, Plays and Philosophical Fragments which includes his novel, Cornet and Clarinda.

"The open Doors" was previously published in New Contrast, Cape Town, South Africa
The Open Doors A Gardener has her Rituals Poetry RE: Place  


RICHARD ALAN BUNCH
The Open Doors
I open the door to ravines of laughter. The wind bangs it shut.   Again I open the door, this time to deny the literalism of history.   The storm slams it shut, unhinges revisions of our love.   Again I open the door, voices eclipse silence in the coin of words.   I open the door again. To my surprise, you open yours.   We nudge the edge of forever, sample infinity amid the sun's eroding hush, and try to fathom wounds of the solar system  
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The Open Doors A Gardener has her Rituals Poetry RE: Place  


CAROLE NELSON PHILLIPS 
A Gardener has her Rituals 
she has planted a border that curves slightly beneath a low stone wall, beside the fallen gate to a barren orchard in black soil 12 lilies grow rising singly through skirts of green, white flesh unfolding to reveal a hard yellow spike at each centre near the fallen gate a blue enamel bucket, chipped, sits rain filled among dandelions. she takes water from the bucket in a can, carries it to the border, does this 12 times for twelve days, till the lily's are at their peak on the thirteenth day, she takes a bone handled knife, cuts each yellow spike, lays one at the foot of each lily, leaving the white funnel cupped flesh of the flower exposed copyright CAROLE NELSON PHILLIPS
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Poetry endangers the established order  of the soul - Plato

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The Open Doors A Gardener has her Rituals Poetry RE: Place  


ANJANA BASU 
Poetry RE: Place 
You grow up in a place and you accept it for what it is. The things that seem eyesores to you because you are an outsider are everyday things to people here. Poetry and literature does what it normally does for people because, in the middle of everything, life goes on. I write poems about what matters to me, which may or may not be a social issue. If I lived in the villages and suffered or on the streets and starved perhaps I might not have had the luxury of writing poetry. The ancient and modern society we live in is more of an issue because that affects our lives. America also has a dark underbelly of drugs, discrimination and violence. Not to mention poverty. The first public corpse I remember seeing was in the Bronx - someone who had died of a drug overdose. Some people write about it, some people don't. The extreme sufferers never write. At least I haven't heard of any. copyright ANJANA BASU
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RICHARD ALAN BUNCH : The Open Doors
CAROLE NELSON PHILLIPS : A Gardener has her Rituals
ANJANA BASU : Poetry RE: Place


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