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Second Boiling Poems by Richard Denner Cover and Artwork by Claude Smith |
CALENDAR ART for Claude tIME IS. tIME WAS. tIME WASN'T. Lunch Wed w/Tamara @ Slice of Life Poetry Slam Burbank Cntr 2nd Mondays Teens Against Voilent TV tonight I peek through a keyhole of soul. Been here and gone. /we/they/dispered in a black hole in reckless space, leaving only a few after-dots. |
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Talking Trash Poems by Richard Denner Cover by Gaela Morrison |
MORE LIGHT my father gulps air jaw slack, hands astray in front of the TV sound on full blast he says he can’t make out the words but the music helps him sleep it’s Ida Lupino Month May and December his 75th Masonic Anniversary at the Luther Burbank Lodge tonight proud he can walk to the East worried he won’t remember the Word how to tie his tie is a real mystery his first car, a 1916 Buick I drive into the fire to help him there |
NUTCRACKER for Lulu everyone listen up this is a beautiful woman this is a beautiful woman so I sing there's something special about her toes and she knows she has those toes she points to a pair of point shoes I catch a reflection of her smile and I forget what I've got going |
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Cow Songs Poems by Richard Denner Cover by Jane Booth Artwork by author |
SINGING TO THE COWS When I see the moon rising I think of a cow I saw in Arkansas and I feel sad. When I think of the years passing and worry about my knees blowing out I only need to see your cow eyes and I’m rejuvenated. I think of you every day sweet heifer on the ferryboat between Sebastopol and Bucyrus. Looking through an old yearbook I see your bovine face and remember you on rollerskates at Mel’s Drive-In. |
EVOLVED AND ECLIPSED I took my pigs for a walk two gilts and a young boar. Kicking and barking we frolicked in the fields. The moon arose. The moon descended. The bear and the hunter, the warrior, the lovers. |
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Flying White Poems by Richard Denner Cover by Claude Smith Collages by author |
SOUL LIGHT After midnight. Your image is still before me. After midnight. Hours have passed. Encountering each tiny sensation, I gather up the warm truths and the sad ones in the late light. Riddled by love, shot full of shafts, I fly through the roof into a night of stars. Stay, like a star, until dawn. Turn, but return. |
AT THE CENTER IS FIRE I take note of the naked zero in the spinning fall of leaves and guage the browns and reds of frost. |
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Bear Dance Poems by Richard Denner Cover by Luis Garcia |
SO HIGH YOU KISSED THE SKY for Steve Thinking of the past, not seeing you in the future, listening to the melody of galactic globes at aphelionsnowflakes catch me dreaming of white sand beaches. The mashed thumb of the moon arises. Just do a folded wing snaproll, then soar for the horizon. Direct your flight towards Proxima Centauri. Interstellar conditions favoring eclipsing binaries are methodologically determined by trigonometric parallaxes. Fats Waller blows Tea for Two on the intercom. |
BEAR DANCE I am a hand unconscious of design performing a miracle of signs frozen mind one with the big picture, a bear dancing with the sky. |
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The Spot Poems by Richard Denner Cover and artwork by Luis Garcia |
SPIT IN THE OCEAN 58 this Sunday, how did I get to be 58? taking mom to IHOP for potato pancakes seeing a sign advertising one free meal with the order of two for senior citizens I’m unable to take advantage of the savings frustrated insecure low self esteem low grade depression impotency introversion freaked out flipped out and flustered a lot of this going around maybe I need mistletoe injections maybe I need Viagra maybe I need more yang in my diet do a few pushups along with the qigong and a class at the JC relax quit worring about what LIFE means enjoy my millennial anxieties and Y2K paranoia nothing serious here just a momentary meltdown |
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