Pogo was right.
M.A. Morris – Surprised along the path paved with Hubris?
Our eyes turned inward.
Suspicious of air,
We could not take spring
Deeply into our lungs,
Feel the warmth of it on our skin,
Taste the freshness of it on our tongues
We counted our first born
And tried prayer.
Had we forgotten the blood of the lamb
Above the lintel?
We sought protection in distance,
longing for human touch.
Hate and fear drained us.
We grew weary hearing–
Wash your hands
Don’t touch your face
Wash your hands
Prayed Mother Mary full of grace
Six to ten feet apart we must stand
We feared to touch
All the more–
Yes, this will make us aware—
Appreciate what now
We could not do.
Yes, we would improve,
We would appreciate all.
Technology would see us through.
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TheFeatheredSleep – Whither the Child
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your proud ways
it behoves no one
to hang tall on faded principle
when last we considered ourselves
it was before life swallowed us whole
too busy for contemplation
we walked off cliffs and wondered
why our broken legs didn’t work
you are not a puppet
but you have grown docile in your strings
when splintered people stuff their suffering
in nameless boxes and march to the kink
we don’t ask why
are we here, what should we do? why do we feel
as we are feeling, what ache inside us?
how do we find, authenticity?
when everything surrounding us
propels toward docile determination
we forget we were once
children of temptation and sticky fingers
unable to resist
opening jam jars, letting flies
coat themselves in satiate bliss
touching with reddened fingers
clean walls in pleasure
where did our curiosity
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Candice Louisa Daquin reviews a life story (maybe better said, a story of living) in poetry and prose. She recommends it highly.
Kind Chemist Wife: Musings at 3 a.m., by Sarah Bigham
Review by Candice Louisa Daquin
This is a book about many things. In essence this is a book someone who has chronic pain or any chronic condition will find a great deal in. Any woman also. Any lesbian. Virtually any human being if they are willing. It’s a universal book about a life. Sarah Bigham asks in her introduction; What is truth? Truth may be malleable but she’s most certainly able to access it within Kind Chemist Wife; Musings at 3am. The first time I read this title it was in Bigham’s biography and I thought it was such a gentle term of affection for her wife, which has gone on to seed her creation.
Bigham is covering a long time period, from hometown, student, campus, professor and her exploits otherwise. This all needs to go together to fully tell…
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Pattimouse – helpful hints for writing submissions
So I usually do Poetry on Monday…but due to what I am doing otherwise this felt appropriate. I am trying to clean up files and do layout for a couple of books, including Fae Corps Through the Sunshine anthology. Now…I have to figure many editors are more organized than I am…but it is still courtesy when you do a submission to any anthology or call for submission to do a certain amount of information, unless the submission rules say otherwise.
Each submission should be in one of two fonts…either Times New Roman or Arial in a 12 pt size. It should have your name, any pen name, the title, and some means of contact (email or Phone). It should be labeled as to what you are submitting it to. In the email you should include a third person Bio and picture to save the editor from requesting this.
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Pattimouse announces a new poetry collection.
So I knuckled down and put the newest volume of my poetry yesterday. Usually formatting and publishing takes longer. Updates on my platform and the new computer made a world of difference.
So I proudly present the link to preorder Poetic Remimders, which includes two collaboration poems I have done with another talented poet. https://books2read.com/PoeticReminders
Please share and check it out!
Jan Malique – His Nibs visits
Billie The Human – Clashing hues
The hues collide
But my mind takes charge
By some above human will
The violence of engulfing black
Primordial screaming red
Sword sharp silver
Bludgeoning blister filled blue
Glorious gorefilled gold
Is replaced by softer gentler tones
The soft golden glow of the sodium light
Guiding my way through beer sodden streets
The soft rainbow of the poor pigeons neck
Blue purple green singing out from the pavement grey
The translucent mirage’s magnificence
Such extravagant hues
Shouts splendour, beauty and wonder
From the oil stained puddle
Oh opulent glory and honour
Stay away from me!
My mind will not be polluted by your colours
The colours of my mind
Are the transcendent tradewinds
That carry our lost souls of
Ragtag, ragamuffin, royalty
My name is Billie. I’m an accidental activist for the right of people who are homeless and/or have mental health problems…
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