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Monthly Archives: November 2018
Mull to Ulva
Mull to Ulva By Tobi Alfier Mull to Ulva Because the distance from land-shore to island is a fingersnap in the constant of all time. Because the tides bless fishermen and landlocked alike, full creels the harvest here, … Continue reading
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Tagged American Literature, Maritime Poetry, Mull, Poetry, Scotland, Tobi Alfier, Ulva
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The Ferry Captain
The Ferry Captain By Jeffrey Alfier The Ferry Captain He is the hull, diesel and waterline that mark him, ligature of fists on the wheel. He is bow wave and sting of spindrift, inlets sprawled with waterfowl, tidewrack, … Continue reading
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Tagged American Literature, Cleggan Pier, Ferry Captain, Inishbofin Ferry, Ireland, Jeffrey Alfier, Maritime Poetry, Poetry
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What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush?
What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush? By Mike Acker What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush? They hug and whisper kind words in the other’s ears. They share their home-cooked fares, and delight in the quaintness of … Continue reading
Springmaid Pier
Springmaid Pier By Jonathan K. Rice Springmaid Pier Cigarettes glow orange on cheeks of patient ruddy faces. The odor of strip bait and shrimp fills the air. Tackle boxes, buckets and coolers line weathered planks. Lights on fishing boats … Continue reading
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Tagged American Literature, Jonathan K. Rice, pier fishing, Poetry, Springmaid pier
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SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: IRIS JAMAHL DUNKLE
DAPHNE’S BROKEN SONNET By Iris Jamahl Dunkle Apples are imagining themselves onto hillsides – pink petals stick out their tongues from the dark mouths of branches and the forest canopy ripens overnight until it pulses like a green heart. Spring frankensteins … Continue reading
Posted in Iris Jamahl Dunkle, Saturday Poetry, Saturday Poetry Series
Tagged American Poetry, Celebratory Poetry, contemporary poetry, Inspirational Poetry, Love Poetry, moves in contemporary poetry, Narrative Poetry, Nature Poetry, nostalgic poetry, Poetry, poetry review, poetry reviews, Seasonal Poetry, Sensual Poetry, Spiritual Poetry
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Eve
. Eve By Sister Lou Ella Hickman eve was the original survivor story evicted from her plush garden palace which meant she had to start over this time she would discover how much life isn’t fair when she lost … Continue reading
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Tagged Adam, American Literature, Eve, Genesis, Mourning, Poetry, Sister Lou Ella, The Bible
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Wildfire
– Wildfire By Ruth Bavetta Wildfire Moon dismantled, sun a red disk, reflecting sea a rusty mudflat, hot wind hollowing canyons, hills littered with dust, ash, soot, chaparral, squirrels, palm trees, shingles, Chevrolets, dictionaries, wedding dress, quilt stitched by … Continue reading
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Tagged American Literature, California wildfires, Poetry, Ruth Bavetta, Simi Valley, Wildfire, Woolsey Fire
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