Archive for September, 2017

September and October 2017 – Otata

Bill Cooper

solar eclipse
a speck of water lettuce
on the frog’s eye

 

Gary Eaton

the secret life
of a saucer of milk
new moon

 

Jennifer Hambrick

summer heat
the 2 a.m. taste
of this screen

 

Jack Galmitz

She was old

and the dog’s leash
was long and leather.
e malamute in human years looked even older.
She bore out
as they got closer.
When I reached them
she stopped and I patted
her head, rubbed under her chin and along her mouth
that was dribbling.
I took a few steps
and when I turned around
I saw that she was bounding
a little.
at’s all it takes:
to be loved for a minute.

 

Valentina Meloni

from Nanita
copyright © 2017 Valentina Meloni

 

Il vento porterà via lontano queste
foglie, le lascerà cadere vicino a te.
Quando le prenderai nelle tue mani
ricorda di leggere le piccole poesie
scritte tra le nervature. Io sono lì.

The wind will carry away these leaves,
it will bring them close you.
When you take them in your hands
remember to read the little poems
written between ribs. There I am.

 

Otata 22

(Click on the links below to read otata 21 (September 2017) — Valentina Meloni — nanita otata 22 (October 2017)   from otata’s bookshelf John Perlman, Gathering the Backyard Seeds Ξ Otata…)

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“The Wings of Daylight” by W. S. Merwin

 

 

The Wings of Daylight

W. S. Merwin

Brightness appears showing us everything

it reveals the splendors it calls everything

but shows it to each of us alone

and only once and only to look at

not to touch or hold in our shadows

what we see is never what we touch

what we take turns out to be something else

what we see that one time departs untouched

while other shadows gather around us

the world’s shadows mingle with our own

we had forgotten them but they know us

they remember us as we always were

they were at home here before the first came

everything will leave us except the shadows

but the shadows carry the whole story

at first daybreak they open their long wings

 

Source: “The Wings of Daylight” by W. S. Merwin

Butterfly Dream: Cliff’s Edge Haiku by Elliot Nicely – NeverEnding Story

Butterfly Dream: Cliff’s Edge Haiku by Elliot Nicely

Posted: 29 Sep 2017 05:01 AM PDT

English Original

where words fail pines along the cliff’s edge

Kokako, 22, 2015

Elliot Nicely

Chinese Translation (Traditional)

文字無法表達之處沿著懸崖邊緣的松樹

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

文字无法表达之处沿著悬崖边缘的松树

translation by Chen-ou Liu

 

TOM CLARK

A billboard calling for the impeachment of @realDonaldTrump appears along Interstate 80 next to the @BayBridgeinfo in #Oakland: image via Justin Sullivan @sullyfoto, 25 September 2017

Beyond the Pale

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THE NIGHT I SWAM (LA NUIT OU J’AI NAGE / OYOGISUGITA YORU) – Excerpt 2 on Vimeo

grazie to Vengodolmare

Zeitgeist Spam: I hven’t been making poetry and this is why

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26.09.2017

 

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“Idiopathic Illness” a New Poem by Meghan O’Rourke”Idiopathic Illness” a New Poem by Meghan O’Rourke | Literary Hub

Idiopathic Illness

I threw hollowed self at your robust,
went for IV drips, mercury detoxes, cilantro smoothies.
I pressed my lips to you, fed you kale, spooned down coconut oil.
I fasted for blood sugar, underboomed the carbs,
chased ketosis, urine-stripped and slip-checked.
Baked raw cocoa & mint & masticated pig thyroids.
You were contemporary, toxic, I can’t remember what you were,
you’re in my brain, inflaming it, using up the glutathione.
I read about you on the Internet & my doctor agreed.
Just take more he urged & more.
You slipped into each cell. I went after you with a sinking inside
and medical mushrooms for maximum oom, I plumbed
you without getting to nevermore. O doom.
You were a disease without name, I was a body gone flame,
together, we twitched, and the acupuncturist said, it looks difficult,
stay calmish. What can be said? I came w/o a warranty.
Stripped of me—or me-ish-ness—
I was a will in a subpar body.
I waxed toward all that waned inside.

 

Megan O’Rourke

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Source: “Idiopathic Illness” a New Poem by Meghan O’Rourke | Literary Hub