Inside
In Shouk HaCarmel the food is alive, almonds and cashews topped with burlap hats sing a cappela to the figs. Vendors chant echad shekel,...
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Seems
Mom tosses clothes all over her bed tears out seams See that green dress, a skirt this silk blouse, a jacket rip sew press Split...
In Praise of Unions
I must have been three and played in my crib while mom cleaned. She never looked at me but shouted. “Your father is a BLUE collar worker...
Eat the Storms
Welcome to Eat the Storms, the one-stop poetry podcast coming to you from Dublin, Ireland, hosted by poet and producer Damien B....
INCANTATION: LET THE MAGIC BEGIN
Originally published on The New Verse News You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man. I can grab your pussy, stick out my tongue, spit,...
Newbie to Blogging
I am writing some ekphrastic poems today one from the Erotica exhibit at thePicasso museum in Paris and another around a very different...
On The High Seas
a poem by Mare Leonard How do I tell you, Life, I am tired of your stealing my dreams, hopes, desires as if they are loot you can haul...
Perfume River Poetry Review
Tourane Poetry Press proudly announces the fifth anniversary of Perfume River Poetry Review. For this milestone, we’ve released a double...
Download Your Complimentary Copy of 21st Century Flint
Many of these poems were written after I was on a archeological dig in Israel in 2001. The word "flint" means the leftovers. The poems...
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