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A Longhouse Birdhouse: HANNE BRAMNESS ~

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Donna Fleischer ∞ two poems in Solitary Plover issue 27 Winter 2018

down
pour

my furious heart

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the crow
first to rise, its
silent aubade

o dark,
dark nature

of light

 

Donna Fleischer

Solitary Plover Issue 27 Winter 2018

Karl Jenkins- In These Stones Horizons Sing – Agorawd Part 1: Can yr Alltud – YouTube

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the body is a sacred place
because it bursts with life and lasts
briefly

 

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in between clouds and
the moon ideas
drift . . .

 

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the loved one won’t go to the Night
Palace where women and wine
are waiting

 

from Etel Adnan – At Two in the Afternoon (tr. Sarah Riggs)

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Three Poems by Vittoria repetto – EOAGH

a poem of thanks

in my 20’s,
coming home
3am from the dyke bar
i climb the stairs up from dekalb station.
a monarch butterfly flutters on the stair lights;
lost from its course.
thinking someone might hurt it,
i wait ‘til it closes
its wings together,
softly grab the paired wings
wait for it to relax its legs;
once taught to me
when i was a kid
by the old italian guy
who grew morning glories
next to the bocce court on leroy.
i cup the monarch in my hands like a prayer.
out on the street,
3 young guys
coming from where i need to go
say
hey dyke!
where you going, dyke!
i figure i’m in trouble
then i remember
i still have the butterfly
and need it let it go.
i turn,
face my future beaters,
lift buddhist prayer hands to my face,
open and push the butterfly away.
it flies towards their faces.
the 3 guys duck,
confused and startled.
as the monarch goes safely to its course,
i too
go safely home.

 

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poems by Vittoria reperto at EOAGH

“La poesia è un ologramma del mondo” – Shuntaro Tanikawa: ‘Letters’ e poesie – vengodalmare

 

Video Lettera n.6

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Before We Were Born

When you were yet unborn
and I was yet unborn,
we smelled together the scent of the air
when lightning sliced the cloudy sky.
And I realized that
some day suddenly we would meet
on an ordinary street corner here on Earth.

Shuntaro Tanikawa

from “La poesia è un ologramma del mondo” – Shuntaro Tanikawa: ‘Letters’ e poesie

Source: “La poesia è un ologramma del mondo” – Shuntaro Tanikawa: ‘Letters’ e poesie – vengodalmare