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The Earth Wants to Cradle Me
So maybe I’ll let Her. But this tired body
furiously fights gravity with recovered arm muscles taking up arms against the armchair. It resists the up- holstery holding me down. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Newest of the New
With the sedulous stroke of a pen, Sidney Burleson was officially divorced after thirty years of marriage. There was a persistent feeling that the past year, being inundated with the divorce proceedings, had moved by in slow increments. But time had passed at the rate it was supposed to pass and now Sidney was finally free of a life that he had agreed into, a life that a long time ago he had wanted.
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Faery
When this house no longer is,
its garden will still persist, freed from walls that sought to imprison its mysteries. In the shade of weeping trees, wild roses and wine-red leaves will charm the sky to pliancy, serenaded by an admiring breeze. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Black Kitchen
By Shane Allison
QuailBellMagazine.com The bacon sizzles in a silver pot on a spiral top that burns To a tangerine orange beneath sweet cabbage. Turn that stove down low, boy! Collared greens unfurl to the size of elephant ears. Let the water run rinsing them clean. Hand me the knife from the drawer. Get the strainer ready for rice. Here are the scissors to cut the chittlins'. They don't smell as bad over rice, Doused with hot sauce. Seasoning salt is drizzled over Honey- sweet ham. It's 6 p.m. Time to make the cornbread. Mama makes the wild berry Kool-Aid syrupy sweet. Slices of Aunt Earline's jelly cake Lie like dominoes on a plate painted with porcelain roses. Pork chops in a ceramic bowl Sit sullenly next to store bought Sweet potato pies. I’m in my room writing poetry, Waiting to sink teeth into chicken breast While the Superfriends are on mute. Y’all can come on eat now!
#Unreal #Poetry #BlackKitchen #Food #Cooking #Hunger #Family
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The fonz flying over those barrels in milwaukee, wi
We had some
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Raikou and the Shi-Ten Doji
By Edward Ahern
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#Unreal #Fiction #ChineseFolklore #RollingThunderInTheMountains #SakeAndWine #Shi-TenDoji #Raikou
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This is a retelling of three interrelated folk tales transcribed by William Elliot Griffis before 1887. The language is modern, but the spirit is hopefully still close to what he wrote, and in turn, to what a Japanese storyteller might have related from his bamboo-curtained stall in Yanagi Cho. My native-speaking Japanese friends tell me that we Anglophones have been getting the name wrong in our translations. Raiko uses the feminine ending on the name. They suggest using Raikou instead, being more masculine and closer to the Japanese pronunciation. I’ve used Raikou, but if beaten upon would change it back to the traditional, in English, Raiko.
A long time ago the capital of Japan was Kyoto, the City of Blossoms. The Mikado and his court lived in Kyoto, a place of beautiful shrines and temples. But the capital was troubled with many thieves and murderers who snuck through the city gates at night. Even worse were the evil imps, called onis, with horns, long fangs, and tiger-skin loin cloths. These onis would prowl the Kyoto streets by night, grab people by their hair, drag them through the Rajo-mon Gate into the mountains, rip the meat from their bones, and eat it. The young women they did not eat they kept as slaves. The bravest captain of the Mikado’s city guard was Yorimitsu of the Minamoto family, called most often Raikou. And the bravest of Raiko’s guardsmen was Watanabé Tsuna. It was Tsuna that Raikou ordered to guard the Rajo-mon Gate at night. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Litany for Jarret Keene
Jarret, can I ask you a question?
Well, more like a few questions. Have you written any poems lately? And, if so, have you written any poems about pickles recently? What about tighty-whities? |