Daily Archives: May 14, 2019

Six poems by Mark Young

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A line from Childish Gambino

I count each square. The use
of hemocytometer trypan blue
exclusion tells me which squares
are occupied by something other

than holographic images & which
are able to populated by house-
hold items. Vacancy is everything
in my job. I got furniture to move.

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Two geographies:

Be’er Sheva

Back then, working out
where the miracles occurred
was an hallucinogenic night-

mare. Now every full color
44-page bible atlas has clear
plastic overlays of modern-day

cities & towns to permit a seam-
less studio-to-home experience.
It’s called adaptive immunity.

Tashkent

Was to be found hauling
his concertina up Shota
Rustaveli Street. Swallows
swept beneath his feet, in
some kind of toccata &
fugue pattern, dispensed
in the pitter patter plague
proportions that would
later come to be so well
known as the signature
intro to every performance
given by Johann Sebastian
in his…

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Four poems by Kushal Poddar

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Crumbs On Your Metro Seat
,,
Your ex called you a whore,
although only as a metaphor-
a slap of leather on the days of tearing lace.
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The metro asks you
not to have a quick lunch.
Your crumbs on the seat widens their discomfort.
,,
Your ex called you last night
and apologized for calling you by mistake.
The station you alight is a Sunday clouded to loneliness.
,,
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Paper Monster
,,
The monster lives in the papers
my father writes on my life.
,,
Come to the basement,
meet the bushy cats, asleep.
,,
In the cabinet, in the bureau
drawn by the years
,,
the life sprawls deep.
We must tip toe. We must see
,,
it from a distance so the ink
may remain blurred in
,,
the cage and sky of obscurity.
You must be curious, and I desire to show
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