CONTEMPORARY POETRY

Molten Thoughts

                  Molten Thoughts Thought waves strain and stretchto reach the marginswhere complexitymeltsin chaos.a zillion threads turn black and dip into infinity..In the melting potsee a dervish dance of infinite varietyto a fractal song of individuality.See the fluxand order in the galaxy.Yin and yang will gently coalesce in grey matter’s density and yet I like...Read More »

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Walkabout

                      Walkabout I went walkabout and you died. I was on the other side of the world. I cried my tears into the ocean. Ached with grief as I swam in crystal-blue water and marvelled at the beauty of the Barrier Reef. I set a place for you at...Read More »

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Saint Louis Lesson

Saint Louis Lesson Yesterday the puddle pooled its chilly molecules. I watched it grow as former snow flowed below the lawn to where mud offered cupped embrace then rendered reformed crystals a softer, more reflective glaze. By today the tiny pond projected tall pines, invited fat robins...Read More »

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Without Words

  Without Words I slip easily into your company, your silken warmth, lets me breathe easy. Our minds minglesomewherein space between us; each glance surfs into my soul aglowlike candlelight you envelop me in the finest cashmereand with or without wordsyou say … “I love you.” so often each day   from PoetryZoo Abigael   Gael Bage ...Read More »

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Gringo

                                  Gringo Wetback. Fence-jumper. My father’s heart fists with its yearly dying as he recalls his hired hand— a Hispanic—burying our tractor to its axle in a soup of snowmelt to men who, every morning, sit half-mooned around the greasy spoon’s table, lifting Styrofoam cups to sunburnt lips: hardscrabble farmers—chassis grease gloving...Read More »

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It all adds up

It all adds up I am the sum of the pasta past that never wentits momentum travels fastfreighting each precious moment of this lifelike lightening flashessometimes a brief glimpse other times more intense. A Venezuelan storm that continuously shedsunexpected illuminationrefracting on the sceneI am the lightning and the landscape, I am...Read More »

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Pass the Blackout

Pass the Blackout You should know, sweet sailor,    that every time the boatswain blowssleepy taps into the misery pipe,    a corsage of sea saltblossoms on the wrists of standby wives    sequestered in cap sleevesand hot copper headaches.    You should know the storm flagis saluted when thunderclap    erases the strategy in our smilesand braids our breath into...Read More »

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Power Grid

Power Grid Come down from there. I can imagine More clearly your Wistfulness as sculpture. I made a painting Of nothing. It’s In my hallway. I Know it’s a tree, Or rather the soul Of a tree. The Wind in it gets caught In the yellow Branches. Somewhere deep In its wood the Dotted...Read More »

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The Architect's Widow

The Architect’s Widow Now, you only notice city windows when thin light warms behind them, shadows gathering in white pleats of curtains, foggy as tracing paper, their billows breaking the rigid frame. This is what he meant by negative space: not the domes of the cathedral, but the places you stand...Read More »

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First love

      First love An uncommon weakness for gardeniaand certain slow passages of musicrepeated till the diamond needle dulled. And the ruby waste of youthand the tendency to be duped.I’d bury my face in the cotton prints she favored –whiffs of fried fish, talcum, dust. Her rooms were numerous, tobacco-stained, pockedwith discarded art, white island of...Read More »

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