texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' now that blogger has included the ability to reproduce fonts more accurately, alpha-numeric visual-poetry will be welcomed for consideration. formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at firstname.lastname@example.org for consideration...
Sunday, June 22, 2014
2 poems || Sheila E. Murphy
Choreography coats experience a white
caress as feed light points to metronomic blood beat.
The child scores points beyond pacific
aligned with costume and dimensional
One paints history the color
until sunlight lathers acreage in
Number the daylight in taut parcels,
them with commensurate depreciation.
A father’s snoring offers safety not
until flowers planted here beside the stone.
Faith requires a router, would you
Nothing, after all, is certain
I like to think rain fractures its
Machiavellian urges tinge idea flight.
An unfurnished customer, legs
unpolished, waits to see what we
offer to do.
This mirror has been used before, a