The suitcase of Hermes

From Maria Miraglia’s Seagulls in the Blue

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WRITE FOR ME Write for me a love poem when the moon her maids calls to stud with shining pearls the dark dome Write for me a love poem when the winds gently move the treetops playing romantic serenades Write…

Poets from the World, Sotirios Pastakas, Greece

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GREECE, A MOPED Greece travels at forty MPH like a moped along the coastal road. The highest possible speed coincides with the potential of an enamoured look. To record, to relish, to recall the light’s slightest deviations, the sea’s rolling,…

The Whole Shootin’ Gallery, Gabriel Rosenstock’s haiku

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bíonn tú do do lámhach féin de shíor – lámhach mise: cearc fraoigh ag scréachaíl you are constantly shooting yourself – shoot me: a moorhen shrieks 猊下(あなた)はいつも こめかみに銃口―わたしを撃ってと 水鳥の悲鳴 * cuir piléar tríd an gceann seo an croí, an t-anam:…

Silence – The Miracle of Life

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Two poems from women’s world Silence Does my silence Fill the gaps Where your fingers poked holes Into your beautiful being? Does it alleviate your pain your sorrow your guilt? Then I will be silent. Does my silence Ooze out…

Put your feet up

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JOHN I. CLARKE “We’ll stay at home and take it easy. We’ll avoid the half-term crowds. Unwind a bit. You can put your feet up and relax.” It had been agreed then – no week in the Lakes after all.…

Parade of Poems

GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) AS YET UNBORN Oh to be Adam again with all his ribs yearning for a woman as yet unborn, mouth free of the taste of apples, ears without the hiss of snakes, mindless of nakedness and…