The Man on the Moon It was 1969, the year of the man on the moon. When Samantha had left Australia she’d winked at him not knowing that before the year was out he would not be alone – not knowing that she would be very much so. She thought of Jake. She missed him.… Sylvia Petter weiterlesen
Schlagwort: english
Christopher Stolle
Indiana Poet This Happens When Your Lover Leaves To Her Deep down, somewhere on the surface, there is fear seeping from an earmarked cloose vein. Chunks of nightmares and drama traumas glob from the gaping, disconnected cylinder flux. Blood rains across the silky innards, refreshing this half-cadaver from possible drought crops. In these valleys and… Christopher Stolle weiterlesen
Ian Kennedy Williams
The Methuselah Gardens It is only at breakfast that my mother does not speak. She is, I think, a little intimidated by the neatness of the hotel dining room and by the other guests all talking – rather too loudly – in a language she doesn’t understand. I suspect too that she wants to smoke.… Ian Kennedy Williams weiterlesen
Michaela A. Gabriel
seven friday afternoon subway (31/01 & 01/02/97) friday afternoon subway and suddenly it seems to me i’m riding on a tram full of zombies dead eyes ears closed faded lipstick am i the only one alive a green-yellow-orange tie clashes with a red-blue jacket in despairing disharmony maybe that’ll wake them up dream #34 (13/02/97)… Michaela A. Gabriel weiterlesen
Steven Eddleston
The Doctor’s X-files #1 E.T.: THE EXTRA CHOLESTEROL. #2 NOW… URKZOD I BELIEVE YOU BROUGHT SOMETHING BACK FROM THE MILKY WAY FOR SHOW AND TELL? #3 ALL RIGHT YOU CAN GO TO ANOTHER McDONALDS BUT YOU KNOW THE DRILL: AS SOON AS SOMEONE RECOGNISES YOU WE BEAM YOU UP! #4 YEAH, YEAH, YOU’RE FROM ANOTHER… Steven Eddleston weiterlesen
David Hopkinson
My Beautiful Laundrette Affixed to the wall Below my flat Is the welcoming sign Of the laundromat LAUNDRY 7 DAYS Come rain or shine Remove life’s stubborn stains $4 a time Invisible mending Of love’s bullet holes Spiritual cleansing For odd socks And lost souls Flathunting one day On Glebe Point Road I spotted this… David Hopkinson weiterlesen
Michaela A. Gabriel
Ten Poems you (August 31st / September 1st, 1992) autumn is dawning and you are beside me whenever I reach out you with your warm and tender eyes you with your incredible smile you who helps me to find myself what in the world could I ask for when sometimes you make love to me… Michaela A. Gabriel weiterlesen
Jolanta Janavicius
Painted Poems Hills of Gundagai Silvery gold are the hills around Gundagai hill next to soft rounded hill like heaving bosoms all velvety warm basking in the golden glow of the late summer afternoon Desert flower Little flower in the desert how do you survive tell me I want to know your secret
Walter Hoelbling
Selected Poems Berlin 1990 right in the eye of history I walk among the crowds that taste the absence of confinement an unfamiliar space between the band stands on the avenues where people test a freedom newly won still strange as yet in need of daily reassurance crossing and recrossing the big gate and the… Walter Hoelbling weiterlesen
Jurgis Janavicius
The Promised Poems TOWN OF FATE Conscious of the trouser leg smearing the blood all over my shin and sock I watched the sunset: walls of yellow and gold changing /O town of my fate! / into red and grey RETURN AT DUSK In summer when the bats fanned out at dusk across the waters… Jurgis Janavicius weiterlesen