Category: Entertainment
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Destruction poem
In the inner city winding streetsIntersect from way to wayThrough the complex metropolisesThat are our most human of creations- For even in the most destitute of placesOne can find cities that eclipseAll that surrounds themAs if cities are an emergent property- Of our most innate humanityLike the need for food and shelterCities provide not only…
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Backstreet Violations
There’s nothing sweeter than the quiet moments, early in the morning, before Lettie awakens. Peaceful and serene. I have my routine – hot coffee, peanut butter on toast, and the paper. I’ve been circling help wanted ads. Daily, for months. One of these days something’s gotta come through for me. For us. Lettie’s counting on…
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In the City of Slaughter
In the City of Slaughter Adapted from the Hebrew of Ḥayyim Naḥman Bialik. In memory of Pesi Burghauser (b. 1880, Czernowitz, Austria-Hungary – d. circa 1941-2, place unknown)[1] Go into the City. See the square. Place your gaze & touch upon the trees. Place your gaze & touch upon the stones. Place your gaze &…
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Politics
Along the worn coastlineOne can see the melting mountainsIn the distance of urbanity- For in these timesAll one can see is the squabblesOf men and women to govern- Beyond their supposed consciousnessWhich ultimately leaves the worldJust that bit more worse than when- Their careers started,For in chambers of democracySit men and women who despite effort-…
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Tolkien’s Art Finds a Hobbit Hole
I stand in the rounded doorway of the entrance chamber. The wall to my right bears a calligraphed monogram in the form of a cross laid over a curl of ribbon. The gatekeeper, a man with a black suit and a walkie-talkie, cautions me against phone use. ‘We were trying to make it feel like…
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Girl in the sun
Girl in the sunRejoycing over a day without cloudsShe is bloomingIn petals of goldAnd never seems overly sad.
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Youth
In those nights of darknessAll that can be felt is the rhythmic pulseOf the music that permeatesThe darkened hall and all those in it- For in this packed hallDo people lose themselves to the soundsOf the computerized nightWhere the scent of alcohol wafts up- Into the homogenous scentOf cigarettes and sensual muskWhich overcome all those…
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Boy in the moon
Boy in the moon.Rejoicing for a day with stars.So far in the clouds he satLaughing a day ahead.
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Bay-Sick Scene
Street performers stroll down the sidewalks of San Francisco, Catching stares and slipping dollars from tin cups into their pockets. These are no ordinary drummers and drawers. No, these sly schemers are homeless by profession. Jugglers and gigolos alike challenge onlookers to suspend their disbelief As one skilled artist delicately throws and snatches balls of…
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Love and God
Before we get to Love and God, We of the Showbear Family Circus write with a heavy heart to tell you that the author of these three poems, Jonathan Dowdle, passed from this life between acceptance and confirmation of terms. There was an 8-month delay. We learned 10 days ago that the reason for the…
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You Will Never Find Me This Way
Before we get to You Will Never Find Me This Way, We of the Showbear Family Circus write with a heavy heart to tell you that the author of these three poems, Jonathan Dowdle, passed from this life between acceptance and confirmation of terms. There was an 8-month delay. We learned 10 days ago that…
