Poetry by Michael Stewart
— C —

The Greeks, of course, got it right.
It was meant to stand erect, was always meant
To get its and its meaning square.
But then the Romans screwed it for us,
Ab Urbe Condita. Now it’s curvilinear
And also insincere, and all because of them.
See how it bends, almost back on itself,
But never quite, as [...]

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From Gene’s Notebook
…went to Austin with wife/friend/companion/pal/partner/guardian of my solititude and guardian of my togetherness because she asked me to; she was an Obama delegate at the State Democratic Convention, and I now share two images ….
…the more than 12,000 people in the Austin Convention Center, EVERY face in Texas, EVERY language in Texas, and [...]

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Wherein the Poet is Delivered of A Vision
XXXI

Up from the Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
And many Knots unravel’d by the Road;
But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate.
XXXII
There was a Door to which I found no Key:
There was a Veil past which I could [...]

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A poem by Rudy H. García

I listen to the River,
Because my body is molded with its fertile clay
My blood mingles with its rejuvenating water,
Cleansing my spirit free.
I listen to the river
Because I hear over and over from the Eagle and the Jaguar
That the name is El Rio Bravo…The Brave River
I too am brave.

I listen to [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters
deadended on a siding in Midway, Alabama,
stand 6.5 miles of RR cars.
covered in kudzu and time, they stand,
iron cheeks squaring their gothic mouths;
they are Southern and Serve the South
(hub-deep in red clay) this land,
this ekkyklema of southern drama.
still, it is Bike Week in Daytona,
and the Lady is [...]

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