Three poems & a Haiku sequence, written winter to spring—glimpses of the world through Mike Stone’s eyes.
Yarrow’s poems—three pas de deux partnering memory & family in delicate ballet | Meta/ Phor(e) / Play
Adeena Karasick takes us on a satiric tour through the shards and fragments of literary and post-consumerist culture.
Three poems from Michael Dickel, commentaries on himself and our times on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play. Now open for submissions.
Ann Bracken discusses Le Hinton’s poem, Cards Flash Back, on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play.
The voices speak poetry even as so much else happens, including the poet going out | Michael Dickel | Meta/ Phor(e) /Play
Evocative imagery woven into a sense of displacement, nostalgia, & longing | imaginary maps | Reshmi Dutt-Ballerstadt | Meta/Phor(e)/Play
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 | Three poems by Spanish poet Toni García Arias from his book, Fallen Angels —— The Last Summer, You, and Working Days | Meta / Phor(e) / Play
Surrealist dreamscape through a wormhole—a poem by Michael Dickel.
Short poem and art—a cold and wet egret. I could say I have no egrets, but it wouldn’t be true.
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.
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.
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.
Three poems by Hungarian poet Kinga Fabó, translated into English and in Hungarian.
As he wrote Musée des Beaux Arts
Auden danced with Isherwood. He asked about a young man
who had caught their attention long ago in Berlin.
I’ll take your hyper-inflated
phallus, ego-distended balloon,
id-fueled hot-air engine…
Three poems | memory | gary lundy
These three poems play on memory, nostalgia, loss, and longing.