Ritual Roots Trains: Stringing, ringing, lifting, Breathing meringues, with pores distended at the termini Contraction is needed for piercing of bars And holing of tickets. The breaking of one deadlock only Institutes another, more firm, In the hand and in the basket. More futile by far than any old bird’s weak flight Through a Church, a hall […]
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Mid-Life So much happened; So much didn’t – So nice to remember; So painful to recall Now nothing is all, The power to recall Is an anaesthetic – Past strength Is pathetic. In the middle, What’s kept still here What was and is gone, What never was – All levelled. All comes to ground, abrades, That’s […]
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INTER ARMA SILENT LEGES* (Based on the movie “The Conspirator,” about the trial and execution of Mary Surratt, one of the convicted conspirators of the Lincoln assassination) “In war, the law falls silent,” As Cicero first said, For when the times are violent Emotions trump the head. No “habeas” of “corpus” Or “sparing of the rod” Can […]
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Hey you Yeah you I heard your conversation You’re leaving us? Yeah, well just know one thing This isn’t such a sweet little town Oh, believe me, it’s not a sweet little town This town has some crazy shit going on Would you believe me if I told you– Wait, you’re not going to believe me Come on, look at […]
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The gulls perch in conference on the white rock. Beyond is the blue empty sky, the vast sea without sails, no horizon. Blue. Come, Jemjasee. Am I to roam this rugged coastline for eternity, this journey without distance? I feel doomed, my struggle invisible. You must come, Jemjasee. Save me from my weariness.
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On Mixing Macarons and Vicodin That winter split me like firewood. I was smaller, splintered, Elliot Smith would play on cassette in my blue Volkswagen, while our breath coursed through flared nostrils and damaged lungs. * I hid my pain like a sick dog. I slinked out, under the back deck, I swallowed some pills. In those hideous places I […]
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2.5.19 7.48 a.m. 33 degrees Picking the boardwalk instead of the pond this morning, onward through the woods, the ground a mosaic of leaves necessary for the crosshatch of broken branches to fall silently, dim in the overcast, the cedar is possessed by bittersweet. 2.6.19 11.33 a.m. 41 degrees Pretended yesterday that spring was […]
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Notes Upon Viewing The still-frame, captured eye, I do not ask permission to see. When I enter the theater, I simply view. The camera takes me where I want to go, high in the air where I have never been. Up and down the side of a skyscraper. Into the mouth of a problem. Image, sound, life, deformed, resembled, […]
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PALL MALL The Mall which I frequented Has now been left for dead. The thriving shops oncesplendid To other haunts have fled. Where once there was a FoodCourt Are now just empty chairs. No Kiddie Train to transport Their laughter here to there. My decade past resembles The fate of this sad Mall. Where once I crowdsassembled, […]
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Antarctica Journal is honored to announce our 2nd annual Anthology of Poetry, featuring all of the wonderful poems published on our website in 2016. We are so proud of all of the contributing artists and the superb poems that they have submitted. You can now browse all of these amazing artistic literary works in the complete 2016 Anthology of Poetry […]
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