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Poem by Anthony Arnott

 

People

I want to write a poem about the people.

The people who matter to me know who they are.
Apart from the ones who think they matter to me. They haven’t got a clue.

I want to write a poem about the people who love unconditionally, dancing for themselves, but to music that’s for everyone.

I want to write about the people who twist and stab and hurt others.

And don’t forget the people who cheat and the people who see the good in everyone.

The people who do not care and the people who do.

And the people who love unconditionally and the people who
only love when they’re in the mood to love.

I want to write a poem about the people who work, watch television shows, listen to music, grow old, eat, sleep, love and despise. I want to write a poem about the people who believe
that hate is too close to love.

The people who make history and the people who spend their time deleting it.

The people who long for a better life and the
people who are happy with their lot.

 

I want to write a poem about
the people
who see something different to everyone else. The people
who look at the world and see
a playground.
The people who have
one-way conversations.
The people who still dance more than we do.

 

"Four People Meeting on a Hill at Night" © DL Polonsky
“Four People Meeting on a Hill at Night” © DL Polonsky

 

Anthony Arnott lives in Gateshead, Tyne and Wear, and works as an English teacher. In December 2013, his collection, The Boneyard was released by Lodge Books. This follows his August 2011 debut, Behind Barcodes and April 2013’s The Genius who drank all the milk, both of which were published by erbacce-press. For two years, he was a Poetry Editor for The Black Market Review.

DL Polonsky is a Boston area artist, writer, and filmmaker. His caricatures have appeared in The Boston Herald and His written work includes the children’s book The Letter Bandits from T.B.W. Books.

 

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Three Poems by Lee Varon

What It Is To Be Lost

1.

A dark vortex
I see your life
sucked into
I have no way to bring you back

my poems are small flags
waving on a red hillside

We only know love
when we know
what it is to be lost

 

"Misfit Planet"  © DL Polonsky
“Misfit Planet” © DL Polonsky

 

2.
For Karen Hale – mother of Alyssa Ivy who died of a heroin overdose

I go to “rig hubs”
pull kids out
bring them to McDonald’s
buy them a burger

Every arm is
her arm every needle hers
On her bed at home

a Teddy Bear a paper rose
Heart stabbed I
keep wandering the streets

We only know love
when we know
what it is to be lost

 

3.
Philip Seymour Hoffman’s grieving mother Marilyn O’Connor
arrived in Manhattan…Mail Online, February 24, 2012

The addict’s mother is hidden
in the fine print

She is filled with lavender tears

She lies awake
all night

telephone cords
grow from her skin

No one will answer

 

Lee Varon lives in Cambridge and writes poetry and fiction. Recently her work has been published in Prick of the Spindle, Willow Review, Sliver of Stone and Spare Change News. She reads he work on Mondays at Stone Soup.

DL Polonsky is a Boston area artist, writer, and filmmaker. His caricatures have appeared in The Boston Herald and His written work includes the children’s book The Letter Bandits from T.B.W. Books.