Poetry

Runaway Doors by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

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Runaway Doors

by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright

 
 

"Follow Me", Copyright © Jeffrey Cyphers Wright, 2015

“Follow Me”, Copyright © Jeffrey Cyphers Wright, 2015

 
 
I
 
 
Door scratched out of homemade sky.
Door made of pink tongues
Forever telling jokes
To a door of white ash.
Door of my skull etched
Into a door of candle wind.
Doors buried under moth dust.
Doors with no business being doors.
Doors without borders.
The war on doors.
A door without a country.
A door that’s in a jam.
Runaway doors
Swaggering through leftover heaven.
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The Palace of the Dragon Prince by Ilka Scobie

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The Palace of the Dragon Prince

by Ilka Scobie

 
 
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Undergrad Laundry by M. A. Istvan Jr.

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Undergrad Laundry

by M. A. Istvan Jr.

 
 
Women with underwear around ankles in restroom stalls
 
 
Down in my dorm’s laundry room,
an industrial basement of a place,
I see a black coed in pajama sweats,
tee-shirt holey. From lip to nose
her skin is darker than the rest, eggplant
almost. I imagine that to be the color
of her pussy. She closes her washer
and I say hello, blood coursing.
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Two Poems by Win Harms — Hastings and Abbot Street by Gabor Gasztonyi

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Two Poems

by Win Harms

 
 

"Hastings and Abbot Street, Vancouver, BC, 2013", Copyright © 2013 Gabor Gasztonyi

“Hastings and Abbot Street, Vancouver, BC, 2013”, Copyright © 2013 Gabor Gasztonyi

 
 

i imagine hemingway’s last minutes

 
 

driven by soul and too much scotch

i wonder if he really wanted to die

i think about what that shotgun felt

like as he held it in his hands

was the barrel cool in his throat; did he gag?

what was his last confession?

a story of a safari gone awry or

his best friend having his leg blown

off in the great war

maybe he thought about a woman he loved

many years ago that didn’t love him back

all these thoughts in those last moments

living is waiting to die

building up to this last moment

channeling your goodbyes

love was a game but it was pretty to think so

of course he had these feelings so

what does that make me

as i contemplate hemingway’s

last lovely minutes?

 

~Win Harms

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TeleText on a Cross by Andreas Maria Jacobs

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TeleText on a Cross

visual art and poetry

by Andreas Maria Jacobs

 
 

"Lady Bird", Copyright © 2014 Andreas Maria Jacobs

“Lady Bird”, Copyright © 2014 Andreas Maria Jacobs

 
 
Parking Lot Whore
 
 
like a parking lot whore
smoking crack behind the fire door
humming songs through your broken teeth
 
of beaten cheeks on dirty floors
among rusty bicycles without locks
dripping mouths and swollen cocks
 
in silent sunsets without lights
of asphalt jungles & neon nights
 
it was in this mental hospital we did meet
among your medicine and the drugs you need
 
to stop your broken heart from knocking at the door
of the hidden entrance to the second floor
 
in that secret city where we never were before
where golden roses were covering your sheets
 
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