TRASH AND TREASURE When I was kid there were large fires in front yards with junk cars, broken refrigerators and rusty tractor parts women that were not pretty and fat in dingy dresses ‘n mussed up hair walked into the yard carrying trash to dump piles by men with poking sticks yelling “git!” at kids zooming in to steal a prize anything they could find that’d be held up high and claimed as “Mine!” To Throw in the Fire I wanted to play there where fire wasn’t dangerous But...
- 27 marzo, 2023
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Tenemos el honor de compartir los 10 poemas ganadores del I Concurso de Poesía Día Internacional de la Paz (I International Day of Peace Poetry Contest, 2022), en su versión original y traducidos al español por María Del Castillo Sucerquia. Ganadores Lidia Chiarelli – Italia Christos Dikbasanis- Grecia Giuseppe Iannarelli – Italia Ewith Bahar – Indonesia Magdalena Kapuścińska – Polonia Roberto Marzano – Italia Miroslava Panayotova – Bulgaria Maria Errico – Italia Ioana R. Dumitru – Rumanía Miltiadis Dovas – Grecia Poemas y reseñas de los autores Lidia Chiarelli....
- 31 enero, 2023
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BLANKET FORT Pandemic Poem, 2020 My son calls from his glassy high-rise on FaceTime to show me the blanket fort he and his girlfriend built the night before. Outside, the doors of the world had shut, orange tape crisscrossed playgrounds, and balconies spilled with singing. Inside apartment five was a fraying blue sheet for sky spread over couch cushions and Amazon boxes. He told me they propped pillows underneath to watch a movie online, talked about what to order for dinner, and where they were going to work out...
- 13 enero, 2023
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HELLO KITTY BACKPACK — Ajo, Arizona I came upon you twelve miles from the nearest paved road. Prim magenta bow above one ear unblinking face tipped up into the sun from your peppermint pink zippered pocket. Kitty, surely you must know all things in the desert fade and crack but you seem serene one paw raised, a demure shrug. It’s one-hundred-and-ten degrees today hushed but for the pulse in my ears the clink of a kicked rock. You are so petite. A change of clothes, a liter water bottle...
- 16 noviembre, 2022
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POPPIES Put on a smile of red dolls and with your own transparent games come with a golden breath for summer romance. Before us will sprout the glances in turquoise. Between us will bloom the fruits of Heaven. Language: English AMAPOLAS Ponde una sonrisa de muñecas rojas y con los tuyos juegos translarentes ven con un aliento dorado para el romance de verano. Antes que nosotros brotará las miradas en turquesa. Entre nosotros florecerá las frutas del cielo. Language: Spanish NOMAD I’m a sign. Unfinished-Undefined-Unpredictable. I move among the...
- 6 septiembre, 2022
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THE APACHE AND A POET A long time ago, when the Spanish first encountered the Apache, whom they called Querechos, the Apache managed to capture five Spaniards, and they did to four of them what they always did to their enemies, and when they were about to do the same to the fifth man, their medicine man warned the Apache chief that the man they were about to execute was what the Spaniards called “poet”, which was similar to what a “medicine man” was to the Apache. It was...
- 13 junio, 2022
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ZEN TOWER VIEW desert hike reflection, our sun setting below tower view, lady walking along life’s mountain path, stop’s raises her hands to that space between our dream reality and where we find ourselves when nature’s truth becomes more important than our own, her thoughts a mirror Zen reflection, a painted idea on how the world changes from one place in time to another butterfly cloud echo, her voice sharing with me what is still to come, space between sky earth water blue canvas our search to find an...
- 1 junio, 2022
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WORLD FEMALE O world female! How you bear so many meanings A legend you are that can never be erased You’ve filled the years with men Deep and sundry thoughts you are a bliss and love and colors on lips Wicked is he who calls you snake And noble who’s been given your poison to drink and be cured If the world has a life, you are its life Wake up O time! Move from the burial place of shadows to the truth of light For Eve is the...
- 1 junio, 2022
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‘El poeta’, un poema del importante autor estadounidense George Wallace, está viajando por el mundo gracias a los numerosos traductores que lo están llevando a sus lenguas nativas por considerarlo un hallazgo que, con la visión ingeniosa y perspicaz del autor, aporta a la historia y a la filosofía en la construcción de la identidad/es no sólo del poeta, sino de aquel que, hoy en día, ha consagrado su vida a la creación. En palabras de la traductora al hindi, Pankhuri Sinha: Este poema habla directamente a y sobre...
- 2 mayo, 2022
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A TRAIN TO SOMEWHERE I remember my grandparent’s enclosed porch, their Boston Terriers nipping at my heels as I entered the yard. I enjoyed the reminiscences, repeated at each visit. I reveled in the laughter that ensued after each anecdote about my childhood was concluded. The story I remember most today is the one about my lone field trip, at the age of three, to the neighborhood railroad tracks. Little me, found by frantic people and returned home safely. In later years, my grandmother, Alzheimer ridden, was found wandering...
- 23 abril, 2022
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