Sunday Brunch Tuesday | Operator by day | Michael Dickel
A flight of fancy—escape through language, desire, politics—an end game—a poem by Michael Dickel.
Dreams and Memories | Mike Stone | Sunday Brunch Tuesday
Three poems by Mike Stone about dreams and memories, some good, some not, on Meta/Phor(e)/Play
we dream we are young | Sunday Brunch Tuesday | gary lundy
These 3 poems by gary lundy dance to music & drink coffee—reading your meaning, meaning your reading.
A tear drop falls | Coffee Bruise Thursday | Mike Stone
Three poems & a Haiku sequence, written winter to spring—glimpses of the world through Mike Stone’s eyes.
memories that no longer exist | Sunday Brunch Tuesday | Bill Yarrow
Yarrow’s poems—three pas de deux partnering memory & family in delicate ballet | Meta/ Phor(e) / Play
Modernism likes its own “post” | Coffee Bruise Thursday
Adeena Karasick takes us on a satiric tour through the shards and fragments of literary and post-consumerist culture.
Consumer demographic bands | 3 poems | Michael Dickel
Three poems from Michael Dickel, commentaries on himself and our times on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play. Now open for submissions.
Le Hinton’s Cards Flash Back | Ann Bracken
Ann Bracken discusses Le Hinton’s poem, Cards Flash Back, on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play.
speak poetry | poem | Michael Dickel
The voices speak poetry even as so much else happens, including the poet going out | Michael Dickel | Meta/ Phor(e) /Play
imaginary maps | Poems | Reshmi Dutt-Ballerstadt
Evocative imagery woven into a sense of displacement, nostalgia, & longing | imaginary maps | Reshmi Dutt-Ballerstadt | Meta/Phor(e)/Play
Dust to Dust | Poem | Michael Dickel
Michael Dickel’s poem, Dust to Dust — the passing of time and the absurdity of meaning fill out the form of this poem on Meta / Phor(e) / Play.
falling innocently | Toni García Arias
falling innocently | Three poems by Spanish poet Toni García Arias from his book, Fallen Angels —— The Last Summer, You, and Working Days | Meta / Phor(e) / Play
that other night when
Surrealist dreamscape through a wormhole—a poem by Michael Dickel.
Wet Egret | Poem
Short poem and art—a cold and wet egret. I could say I have no egrets, but it wouldn’t be true.
Chai equals eighteen
The poem has four stanzas of 9 lines each, for 36 lines (double 18), not counting the epigrams from Genet. Each line has 9 syllables. The total number of syllables is 324, plus the 36 lines, equals 360—the number of degrees in a circle. Chai, Hebrew for life, equals 18 according to gematria. So, 36 lines, double 18, is double life.
Amber Ekphrasis | Poem
An ant, a piece of dinosaur’s tail, stuck in amber—art, science, poetry. Ekphrasis of Amber, a poem by Michael Dickel, artwork by Judith Appleton.
an (anti-)Inauguration Poem
When they made strange fire in an idolatrous offering, the earth opened and swallowed them whole—as now, with the inauguration of Fub, The Pretender, 20 Jan 2017. Prose poem by Michael Dickel.
Sunday brunch Tuesday | Kinga Fabó
Three poems by Hungarian poet Kinga Fabó, translated into English and in Hungarian.
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