Railroad Poetry

I am being published in issue 3 if the Railroad poetry magazine!
My poem “Don’t Disturb The Dead Bird” has been selected for their magazine.

"Four Quartets"

And all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire,
And the fire and the rose are one.
-T. S. Eliot “Four Quartets”

Don’t Disturb The Dead Bird

Don’t disturb the dead bird
It’s dry cry goes unheard
Poked at by sticks broken off a nearby rotted tree
Near its body underneath the marquee
With young knuckles wrapped around its imagined hilt
Its body tossed like a rag doll embossed
With cheap black tattered imitation leather
The slick tick of time on rain pattered feathers
A charred cheap treasure
With cracked wings amongst other small things
Pulled joints, and ligaments, tied with bodily strings
It will never be buried, only spat at
Small children squeak “look at that!”
And run off giggling with their swords
Pretending to be ladies and lords

Nostrovia! Poetry

New Poem: "Childhood" by Jeremiah Walton

Keep howling at paper moons
With paper mache fangs and pretending to have claws
Designed to cut flesh jaggad, fur coat swelling
With small breathes exhaled as small
Puffs of smoke, but you don’t smoke and never will
You know it’s bad for you, on a night stolen
Pillows arranged in a poor imitation of sleep
All fours bounds, ripping up dirt underneath bare feet
Size 7 or 8, boys
The earth is not dead but acts it for you
Villagers with their pitch forks dented and their torches
Extinguished, smoldering in a down pour imagined
Teeth grinding, grit, by fire places dimly lit
Faces slapped with full-moon fear
And it’s your fault
Voice cracks snarls and whiskers painted
Keep them locked in doors after dark

Quote Unquote, A Great Quote

“If you’re going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don’t even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you’re going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It’s the only good fight there is.” 
— Charles Bukowski

Quote, Unquote

“No iron can stab the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place.” 

Isaac Babel

"Pikachu" by Kevin Lawson

An electric show
and endorphins flow.
It hit you first in a smokehouse in Tre Bong.
The bubbliness is gone,
and you hold your breath
and dance
with the intimate sting.
Seduced by the greenies,
by Mary,
as you release,
and feel perfectly at peace.



Last Night I Heard Bells

Angelica Lacey & Philip Schaffer group poem titled “Last Night I Heard Bells” 11/9/11


12/11/11 Poetry Contest Winner

Ronnie Ng is this weeks poetry contest winner!  His gem, “Kissing The Cigarette” earned him recognition on the Nostrovia! Poetry website as poem of the week!  View the poem here.  Enter this weeks contest to become forever featured on Nostrovia! Poetry.

A Great Quote: Kurt Vonnegut

One of the few good things about modern times: If you die horribly on television, you will not have died in vain. You will have entertained us.

 

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Kurt Vonnegut“Cold Turkey”, In These Times, May 10, 2004

 

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