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Monthly Archives: April 2018
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: DEEP CALLS TO DEEP
From DEEP CALLS TO DEEP By Jane Medved: WINTER BURIAL For the sky that reaches into its hushed pocket, for the bridle of winter waiting to be released. For the ghost face which slips over everyone, for the tusk of … Continue reading
Posted in Jane Medved, Saturday Poetry, Saturday Poetry Series
Tagged Biblical Poetry, book-length poetry, Confessional Poetry, contemporary poetry, Feminist Poetry, Literary Poetry, Midrashic Poetry, moves in contemporary poetry, Narrative Poetry, nostalgic poetry, Poetry, Poetry Collections, Poetry of Faith, Poetry of Loss, poetry review, poetry reviews, Political Poetry, Religious Poetry, resistance poetry, Spiritual Poetry
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Dancing Fu Manchu Master
Dancing Fu Manchu Master By Bunkong Tuon Editor’s Note: This is the third post in a series of poems about the immigrant experience in America. Our late Managing Editor, Okla Elliott, featured Bunkong Tuon’s work on As It Ought To Be back in January … Continue reading
Posted in Bunkong Tuon, Uncategorized
Tagged American Literature, Bunkong Tuon, Dr. Fu Manchu, Immigration, Poetry, racism, Refugees, Stereotypes
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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: LYNN POWELL
By Lynn Powell: THE MOON RISING Sly old guru, Rorschach moon, you’re calling me again with your round riddle, your paradox of Ohm and moan. All day the sun was up on its soapbox, a Pollyanna casting out the darkness … Continue reading
Saturday Afternoon at The Midland Theatre in Newark, Ohio
Saturday Afternoon at The Midland Theatre in Newark, Ohio By Roy Bentley . Slouched in a theater seat and watching Bullitt for the third time, a look I get from an usher might best be described as granting a … Continue reading
Posted in Roy Bentley
Tagged American Literature, Bullitt, Cinema, Newark, Ohio, Poetry, Roy Bentley, Steve McQueen, Theater
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Three Poems: “Snow Day,” “An Elegy for a Fellow Cambodian,” and “Halloween, 1985”
Three Poems By Bunkong Tuon . Editor’s Note: This is the second post in a series of poems about the immigrant experience in America. Our late Managing Editor, Okla Elliott, featured Bunkong Tuon’s work on As It Ought To Be back in January of … Continue reading
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Tagged American Literature, Bunkong Tuon, Cambodia, Immigration, Poetry, Refugees
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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: HEATHER WHITED
A MAY EVENING, EVERYTHING IS OK By Heather Whited A pink and white bloom Split open splayed to look like a pair Of lungs breathing on the sidewalk. All cars are diamonds in glittering rows. It is the sun tonight; … Continue reading
Nosferatu in Florida
Nosferatu in Florida By Roy Bentley . Maybe vampires hear an annunciatory trumpet solo. Maybe they gather at the customary tourist traps like a blanket of pink flamingos plating a lake and lake shore by the tens of thousands to … Continue reading
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Tagged American Poetry, Florida, Nosferatu, Poetry, Roy Bentley, Vampires
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