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Phantom Limbs (After Rumi) i. We live our lives by habit. Each face we have to show each other begs for redemption. Eyes glisten. Mouths silent. We were raw. We matured. Then we burned. Cascades of fresh notes as new soul enters the twilight den. Crescendoes of hope. Eyes glisten. A moment packed to...

Jim,

I hope "open road" can be gotten, it is a very nice piece...good luck on it! also, if you don't have a scanner, they are at places like Kinko's and like copier places.

This poem has a long genesis story which I'd like to put succinctly...I'd written another poem as my Master's Thesis project back in '94, a poem called "Beauty, Obscura," which I'd constructed from all sorts of pieces...this poem was a kind of re-make/sequel/re-mix...both are sourced partly in an ob...

Beauty, Afflictus (for Shannon) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ If someone were to fall into intimate slumber, sleep of the golden eyes, sleep of the murmuring grey fields, & slept deeply with Things, shiny pinkcheeked Thin...

as much as I like writing in my own little universe, publishing is a collaborative event, and countless the pleasures in it...a good group of people can generate a creative firestorm when they gather and get it together

I understand what you mean about voting and ratings, seems to maybe impersonalize or mechanize the process a bit. What works best, however the details come together, is a clear process. Think of it like a ball team, where each person plays a position with certain duties, but they are all part of the...

Hey Doreen, One process my wife Kassi and I have used at Scriptor Press is to weight the submissions, 1-10, and then figure which poems receive the highest score. Then, to keep the process interesting, we allow each other a few wild card picks, poems that one or the other of us really likes and want...

Hi Doreen, Jude, and all, I posted a link to the new Cenacle at another forum here, it's http://www.studioeight.tv/phpbb/viewtopic.php?t=8194 Thanks for the compliments :) Jude long wanted me to come here, told me it's a very welcoming place, she's right :) I wanted to offer my editorial experience ...

Hi everyone, I'm happy to announce the release of The Cenacle | 58 | June 2006, the online version to be found on The ElectroLounge at: http://www.geocities.com/scriptorpress/cenacle/58.html (5.9 MB)--this issue was several months in preparation, taking longer because of my wife Kassi's and my devot...

my friend in the poem would talk on and on about entropy, he was fascinated by it, it seemed to explain the world to him, and maybe give him some kind of comfort...i guess some explanation can be better than none at all...the girl in the poem is more metaphor, symbol, something that was present with...

thank you, stilltruckin, i think i respond the same way to art that 'whelms me

I wrote this poem over the course of a long night when I lived north of Boston, Massachusetts (US). I was at a coffee house with some notes, had a long ride home, on a couple of subway trains, and a long walk from the second of these, part of it through a 17th century graveyard. The notes were ones ...

There is a secret joy amongst these times, a within's within, a known and speckled spectral thing, an exploding blare & swoop from between our dreams, a series of coded midnight shadows, glyphs taut with our best laughter, all cosmos, we are all cosmos, without & within. We are all cosmos. We are al...

I was thinking how to begin posting poems here and I suppose this is the poem where I broke through in so many ways that it is the good spot to start. This night happened, more or less, the man in the story a guru of sorts for me for awhile, a funny one, from Jersey, toured with the Dead back when, ...

Resurrection, Now "A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity." Rainer Maria Rilke There is the bell-shaped manuscript. There is a manuscript, bell-shaped, & now chimes. Chimes swinging, chimes rusting, chimes swinging & running chimes increasingly invisible chimes singing now, death-no...