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INTERNATIONAL JOURNAL OF POEMS AND PROSE

lunes, septiembre 29, 2008

Hayden Carruth

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3 August 1921 - 29 September 2008
viernes, septiembre 12, 2008

David Foster Wallace

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21 February 1962 - 12 September 2008
martes, agosto 12, 2008

Four Poems From Clint Frakes

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A Moving Life I give myself permission to lull the savage flower &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp like a phoneme from the infamous waves. Today I...
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martes, julio 29, 2008

Four Poems From Ray Succre

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Cornerstone Telecast Polarity jogs the signal a-twitch, reds and greens and spectrum disturbances, the feed scrambled. No soppings of worry...
lunes, junio 16, 2008

New Poems From William Bain

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A plant summer Gap of night, brain through the wire. Bright forward-run uncolor glistens beneath root sheath. Vein-yellow halt-star surges r...
miércoles, junio 04, 2008

Sarojini Sahoo's The Dark Abode

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THE DARK ABODE Chapter One “You are a fairy without wings.” The very first sentence of the e-mail made Kuki blush. Getting soothing e-mails...
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martes, mayo 13, 2008

Three Poems From AJ Kaufmann

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Bridges the far-eastern bridge of oil in orange god-like flows into the western bridge of sanity blue-spotted gentle crossing madly the de...
lunes, mayo 12, 2008

Robert Rauschenberg

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22 October 1925 - 12 May 2008
miércoles, abril 30, 2008

Seven Poems By Carol Gunther

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DEEPEN Silt backs up. Doors jam with more debris, Untidy clouds invading her angle Of sight. Using all of her Clarity, the clear orange spi...
sábado, abril 05, 2008

Three Poems From Magnificent Guffaw

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Lies of an icon In between binge drinking and fry ups I have led a normal life between the covers sleeping in my dreams I s...
lunes, marzo 24, 2008

Pablo Neruda's Ode to the Air

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Ode to the Air Walking down a path I met the air, saluted it and said respectfully: “It makes me happy that for once you left your transpare...
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lunes, marzo 17, 2008

Four Poems From Kenneth Kesner

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ON MAO'S BED remembering first last night binds flowers to floor to sleep without ache wake to sweat with jiangxi dust just now close t...
miércoles, febrero 27, 2008

New Poetry From Richard Cronshey

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Wife You take away everything that can never be possessed leaving only what can never be lost. Where the night's meridians cross I empty...
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