Two Poems by Linda M. Crate
Illustration by Eric N. Peterson.
Illustration by Eric N. Peterson.
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Today, we have notable poet Alice Wiess, and her review of Spruce Alley Press’ production of Kenneth Pobo’s When the Light Turns Green, with artwork by Stacy Esch. When the Light Turns [...]
Fallout from the War on Women I was warm and toasty, curled up, napping in amniotic fluid, without a worry when suddenly this metal thing came into my room poked [...]
After Robin Williams’ Apparent Suicide by Asphyxiation The comedians may be more dramatic, and may be catching up to the poets, though I do still think, and often, about David [...]
The Decay of a God: Natraj told me to dance With him as if the Cycle of Psyches was nothing to Be afraid of “Resistance breaks And crumbles So, we [...]
Illustration © George Panagopoulos A hobbying store in full force got on the ol' lobbying horse to not be receptive of contraceptive to sell child craft kits [...]
Illustration © George Panagopoulos Now radio mics sound more flat. Mighty Casey's no longer at bat. I'll get sentimental after limericks up-tempo, and we all know that [...]
Illustration © George Panagopoulos Oddball Magazine took a little break due to the long weekend and the lack of a Stone Soup Poetry feature for there to be [...]
Rush for Dr. Angelou Rush, to flaunt their words, a song… some murmuring muddle of a muse explaining How much you mean Yet , MotherWell, you were the slaughtered meat [...]
Can We Build A World Safe for Poetry? Mickey Leland dropped from the sky Shattered bird against the unyielding Broken wings around our feet We still walk by, not unfeeling, [...]
The Restoration of Psyche The psyche is architecture, & architecture sometimes mutinies against the rules. Hermeneutics is there to explain such a disorder. Now, my psyche is burnt, & burnt [...]
We listened to Waterloo Sunset as we drove home, triumphant. The words were meshed together with the Winter Hill scenery-- the blue and white sign of the Winter Hill bank. I [...]
Who will read this? I am not sure if my tempered words hit hard Or are ever heard I am not sure if what I do makes a difference Or if [...]
I need a pen I want to draw a three on Lined loose leaf I want to sketch my dude Waving signs of peace A hat covering his eyes A faint [...]
I am a unique individual Indivisible With principals, A fistful to teach you That as poets WE are not for sale. I am a lyricist Spiritualist Running through The woods as [...]
"Candle" © Stacy Esch In My Room Soldier's home Moonless night Black Surrounded by enemy silence Machines hum like jailbirds Fixing to riot Words and images Soft melodies [...]
"Burnt" © Stacy Esch Burnt Offerings Returning to a place I love This view from on high Looking for the strength in beauty and truth Looking for lift-off [...]
"No Crisis" © Stacy Esch There Is No Crisis In the big broad morning sky there is no pie and no crisis no faith, no doubt no nihilistic [...]
"By The Way" © Stacy Esch Darkness of Now In another life I was walking along a sunny shaded verdant fragrant sidewalk everything in motion heels clicking, knees [...]