Your Eyes by David Mongor-Lizarrabengoa

Your Eyes by David Mongor-Lizarrabengoa

Your Eyes   The radiant glow from your eyes could make even the most withered flowers blossom.  

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Open Season by Jack Marshall

Open Season by Jack Marshall

Open Season   Here comes another open season for jellied jargon veiled as vision, a new dawn of old reasons.   When borders get porous…

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Villanil by Jack Marshall

Villanil by Jack Marshall

VILLANIL   As all waters into one sea run tho we name them many – Atlantic, Pacific, Arctic, Indian, Southern,   so we who are…

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New York Qasida Sequence by Shadab Zeest Hashmi

New York Qasida Sequence by Shadab Zeest Hashmi

 New York Qasida #1 Qasida of the Stride in New York   Windows, their yawn, their early morning blush Glances falling into lit trapdoors split…

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Kinds of Heat by Sam Hamod

Kinds of Heat by Sam Hamod

Kinds of Heat   heat of july your lips on mine oh   yes

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First Time by  Richard Vargas

First Time by Richard Vargas

first time… for R. Bradbury   i was in the third grade spending the weekend at my nana’s when i found my uncle’s playboy magazine…

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Por Mi Amigo, Carlos Fuentes    by   Sam Hamod

Por Mi Amigo, Carlos Fuentes by Sam Hamod

  Por Mi Amigo Mucho, Carlos Fuentes   to write of sorrow in the heart for a friend who’s died, somehow words –       never enough– when…

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While I Can by Nina Orlovskaya

While I Can by Nina Orlovskaya

While I can   I wouldn’t wait until you’re gone and knock the doors that locked. I wouldn’t wait… and hit the walls between here…

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Reminiscing Don Pablo by Teresa Gonzalez-Lee

Reminiscing Don Pablo by Teresa Gonzalez-Lee

Reminiscing Don Pablo    It’s Chile in the clear dawn of my ten years and over the living waters over the sea pools I jump up…

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Poetry Unsafe by Ram Krishna Singh

Poetry Unsafe by Ram Krishna Singh

POETRY UNSAFE She doesn’t like to see me take bath in the sun or cross the doors naked the body frightens her even in the…

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2 Poems: Not Anymore  and  Anymore by Hollis Jay

2 Poems: Not Anymore and Anymore by Hollis Jay

Not anymore   Reaching over I kiss him His lips are thin and wiry And I wonder if I have made a mistake But I…

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The Pages of the Calendar by Jack Marshall

The Pages of the Calendar by Jack Marshall

The pages of the calendar   The pages of the calendar are falling fast; it was always so, they never last.   What’s new is…

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Howard by E. Ethelbert Miller

Howard by E. Ethelbert Miller

HOWARD     (for Stephen Henderson) I arrive at work early… Summer just beginning. The campus is empty. I hear red flowers singing near the Fine…

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To My Son Upon His First Visit to Lebanon by Hedy Habra

To My Son Upon His First Visit to Lebanon by Hedy Habra

To My Son Upon His First Visit to Lebanon   He wanted to see our summerhouse             in the mountains of Baabdat, enter the pictures…

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New York Qasida by Shadab Zeest Hashmi

New York Qasida by Shadab Zeest Hashmi

#1 Qasida of the Stride in New York   Windows, their yawn, their early morning blush Glances falling into lit trapdoors split the here and…

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The Global Village by Boghos Artinian

The Global Village by Boghos Artinian

The Global Village   Entities are fusing and it is too late to reverse the amalgamation. Capitalism is prevailing and it is too late to…

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I Remember Distinctly by Vincenzo Bollettino

I Remember Distinctly by Vincenzo Bollettino

I remember distinctly It was a day in April Spring was late to come Shades of distant colors on the trees Shadows walking by blind…

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A Child's Hand - Revised and Expanded

A Child’s Hand – Revised and Expanded

A Child’s Hand    (revised and expanded,  5. 20-22.12)  (dedicated to all the children being killed in all the wars)   a child’s hand in the…

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THE WINTER IS BETTER

THE WINTER IS BETTER

THE WINTER IS BETTER   (from my visit to Lebanon)     The winter in Zahleh is better for making a pitcher of the hands…

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A Child's Hand by Sam Hamod

A Child’s Hand by Sam Hamod

A Child’s Hand  (dedicated to all the children being killed in all the wars)   a child’s hand in the rubble is not the same…

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Composition With Glove by Kenneth Pobo

Composition With Glove by Kenneth Pobo

COMPOSITION WITH GLOVE               By Pablo Picasso   About my own birth, the stories change.  My mother is dead.  I try to remember what…

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Seeing You by Shu Dao

Seeing You by Shu Dao

Seeing You This morning swallows dove up and down into the river, so does my heart feel when I see you

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