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In Poetry on March 25, 2013 at 4:12 pm

Lover’s launch words


from grim metal shards

souvenirs from yesterdays war.

Unlocked pent-up virgins

scream for quiet

they want everything to be red:

the sky the dirt tomorrow and


The broken child has a doll

she too is broken…

kept in glass but never mourned

allowed to speak so long as there is

no weeping.


Frank J. Hopkins, USA

I Broke the Vacuum

In Poetry on March 23, 2013 at 5:14 pm

that damn vacuum

a little robotic circle


naturally autotronic

from corner to corner

of every expanse

without a single push

or encouragement

taking in the world

while desiring nothing

from it

just born this way

I have spent my life

crying from the crib

straining to muffle my

screams with a lotus


and this robot is more

enlightened than me


so, today

I’ll have a hammer

and none of that

you damn completion

in your circle

no more.


Joy Donnell, USA

Heart Wash

In Poetry on March 23, 2013 at 4:53 pm

As I approached the heart carved in the sand

My body tensed from the thunder of the break

But the starry night took me gently by the hand

And guided me to where I was meant to take my stake


She told me softly that if I could stay deaf to fear’s siren lure

She would show me how to lift the gate

And so I sat with a timid heart on her glassy shore

Not knowing what danger could await


Deep in her midnight blue I could see that I belonged

So on that night I chose to trust that no harm was in my fate

And with every note of her ceaseless booming song

My heart’s own thunder it did create


Once our union had taken place

I watched the break expand beyond my sight

And listened to the waves carrying our quiet grace

Beyond the city lights beneath the starry night


Victor Briere, USA