Poem
By Norma Cole
words people energies
somewhere in there
that that punctuationrecovery my spoken
moving never never
play something else...
somewhere in there
that that punctuationrecovery my spoken
moving never never
play something else...
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- PoemBy Magda PortalTranslated By Kathleen WeaverFacing Life
I take up this unbridled cry
broad wave crashing on
my hearts beachI HAVE NO PRECEDENT... - PoemBy Norma ColeRock or tree, inflexion
of tree, wild asparagusand watercress, weeping
and leaving, parting andfleeing, atmosphere
as always the distance... - PoemBy Norma Colemeasure how silence
sits on the groundthe same rills, clay tablets,
gravel and stones, frozenmoments measure displacement
consequence the records of... - PoemBy Norma Colebetween intricate attention
the spot through distress
of the crowdconcrete dividers, streamers
of ordinary empathy
intention intentionally... - PoemBy Norma Colerestricted extremities during thought flight
sensitive documents: the market, the firelike weather balloons in gear
or a plate glass window in the pavement... - PoemBy Norma ColeConditions in the moment
conditions in the present moment
conditions are melting in the present moment... - PoemBy Norma Colelike lost knowledge
a shovel, the secret hellothe soldiers, news from
the heart of the meter... - PoemBy Norma Colesalutations my child
you in your heartheard the basics
the basic first finger... - ArticleBy David Grundy
Ted Joans fused jazz and Surrealism in poems of revolutionary fervor.
- AudioPoetry Off the ShelfStephanie Burt on queer time, glass dildos, and making it up as you go.
- ArticleBy Karl Knights
A tractor has as much right to be in a queer poem as a Fire Island reverie.
- PoemBy CAConradI feel felt by another but I’malone in the room
- PoemBy CAConradeach threadadded to the loom was a moment of the weaver’s life
- PoemBy CAConradeveryone’s drawing the Death Card the chair pressing
- PoemBy bruno daríoTranslated By Kit SchluterI swept my house and found another. In every corner was another smaller corner, which the dust mask …
- PoemBy Nakahara Chūyaある朝 僕は 空の 中に、
黒い 旗が はためくを 見た。
はたはた それは はためいて いたが、
音は きこえぬ 高きが ゆえに。
手繰り 下ろそうと 僕は したが、
綱も なければ それも 叶…