Doug Holder’s Furnished Room-Newbury St-Boston: 1978


By: Doug Holder _______________________________________ The raw, coiled red glare of the hot plate– the urine stain of a sink and the waft of Red Sauce from Davio’s below– The head a short, anxious scamper down the hall, the hacking cough of the retired civil servant through a thin wall. And the spinster who peers from […]

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O’ Laughter by Andrew Borne


O rain who falls upon the waves O waves who bend across the sky O sky who hears all notes that laugh Laughing for the rain, waves, and sky O air who falls upon the grass O grass who carries bumbling bees O bees who paint the purple laugh A laughter through the busy breeze […]

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ehh, huh hu huu, eh Beavis (j.write)


here we go, with another tail of how three cats ended up in jail peace through pain is back again, and i will not fail, so I keep it calm while I drop my bombs, my wordplay is so great. I can write a poem while I’m zoned, and it sounds so great. But when […]

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Growing Up Dirty by J. WRITE


I write cause my mind has to all the shit I’ve been through I write cause I have to, because I come unglued if I don’t this isn’t rap, I’m a poet end quote. Because, My mind flips times like a superman bullet I’m gonna make something from nothing, something better then myself, something proven. […]

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