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River Ouse(im Virginia Woolf)
No arsenic two stones
pockets. Buttons fastened
foot down, slipping
thin lips part
last breath and
Head under whirling
Classics and Bloomsbury
by Ashley Welch
Flowers for Chopin
(Pere La Chaise Cemetery, Paris)
My eyes see where thousands do not
Linger awhile on the fallen leaves
October yellow amongst the blood red
And the houses of tombs of Famille
Resting and subsiding.
The pathways twist with marble veins
Grayed beneath clouds descending lightly
On white maps and white hands gripping
That circumference of peace
Weighed and sold on passing shoulders.
Victor Noir lies brassy
Fallen flat on a back above turf and stone
From an island in the verdigris of rain
Shine genitals smiling from touches
Protected and paled from bloodless lips.
A nose smells what thousands cannot
Searchers glide past the full boned earth
Clasping a single rose down a muddy aisle
Breathing the mist of scented air to
Fill a shop of flowers for Chopin.
by Jervis Martin
I go my way
I must go
for I have
in hand and insects
for me to talk
BOSCH’S LAST WORDS
by Bill Yarrow
Sun battles fog: fog wins
An etcher has been abroad
burning ferns into windows.
Pigeons swarm around a slurry
of rice and gravy.
He moves to avoid me,
I move to avoid him:
Red cars line the gutter,
one with smashed lights,
paisley rabbit poised on dashboard.
The blue of distant mountains
brought close on laminated
by Ursula Hurley
Autumnal Equinox 2005
Like an opera—
Mozart’s Figaro in lighter moments,
Verdi’s Otello in darker—
at times our marriage was.
At best, my words could be an aria,
at worst, sharp staccato.
Seventeen years since our Santa Fe marriage,
three since your death.
What remains is
a lingering melody –
no words -- simply
the final chord.
by Darlene Logan
language in morphine
To-day brought to-morrows sorrow,
raw news chafed in the telling
marinates the language in morphine.
Often the unexpected like the night
exposed when clouds at fifty paces
settle a dispute falls in a flash.
In the falling morphine speaks in tongues
to-morrow pain will translate in the telling.
by Josef Lesser
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