Category Archives: New Free Verse

Poetry 2012

Running

Originally posted on A Prayer Like Gravity:
We ran there, my mother and I. We were running with the group, running in the street, running for the line. We were running when the first explosion tore the crowd apart. My…

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6033: On bombs, philosophy, and dark matter

there is more room in space for dark matter than we calculated still, we cling to the dirt of a tilted planet in a lopsided universe and wonder how we skew so easily dark the answer is not in philosophy or … Continue reading

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occasional poem for the 24th day of spring

Today is someone’s birthday but not in my house. The rising sap the snap of light against the window negate the chill say today someone is celebrating something and should just for the sake of the day unfolding.

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David Reads “The Shape of Mouths at Parties,” by Naomi Shihab Nye

Originally posted on David J Bauman:
Naomi Shihab Nye (Photo credit: Wikipedia) Another long day, and aside from the joy of coming home to my husband (to-be), and the purring ministrations of our cat Milton, a late dinner and a…

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Review of Biko Agozino’s “Today na Today”

Originally posted on Reflections:
By Noel A. Ihebuzor Title – Today na Today Author – Biko AGOZINO Publishers – Omala Media Ltd, Awgu, Enugu Year of Publication – 2013 I have just been privileged to read a collection of poems…

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The Gorgon

Chthonic beauty is less blessing and more curse. She was soft skinned before diamond scales flashed, before blood turned acid and hair streamed to a venomous, hissing river. Before she was gorgon and eye contact curdled skin to stone; that simple flesh that would have … Continue reading

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the dis-ease of shared humours

We fall into love easy, that prismed insanity with no asylum seen as rainbows arcing cursive a name across April and are lost to some happily ever but it is the after that bleeds– tearing away what’s grown together not with scalpeled cleanness … Continue reading

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