The Ramingo’s Porch – “18th Century Royal Navy Refreshment” & “Seasoned Criminals” Two Poems By Stephen Nelson

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18th Century Royal Navy Refreshment

Cheap dark rum promises South Sea adventure with Captain Cook at the helm
and natives on the shore in swaying grass and flowers. I’m neither guilty nor enticed,
only drunk on deck in rags scoured by sea salt like an outcast of the islands with scurvy.
I’m silent when the poets talk of displacement, wishing I was lost with Teal
in the jungle, eating papaya, making love in a tent in the steaming hills. I dream; I drink
and look winter in the eye. The wind cuts cold like an alcoholic surgeon and I hate
the prizewinners, the Nobel song and dance men with their gala ballgowns
and enigmatic transgender allure. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – A New Poem By John Yamrus

John Yamrus

after the reading

i
took
some of the money i made

and
stopped off at K Mart… Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Drinking Again” and “A Morning Routine” Two Poems By Bradford Middleton

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DRINKING AGAIN

I been drinking, drinking too much again as the days
pass in a blur of dependency as the witching hour
comes around again until late last night I stumbled
on home from another wrecked afternoon of drinking,
damn drinking with the realisation that not a poetic
word had been written in over a month. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Poems in two directions” and other works by John Sweet

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poem in two directions

45 years and i’m still
not sure if it’s hope or despair,
these low flat roofs, this endless
expanse of luminous blue sky

anonymous buildings
surrounded by well-manicured
lawns and that i have these
memories of you which do
nothing but cause pain Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Death or Glory”, “Flying Coffins” and other prose poems by Howie Good

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Death or Glory

Outside my door, there’s a ruckus, several million maniacs and imbeciles, in the fragrant company of feral dogs, finding something, a sort of darker blue, like the butt bruises of roller derby queens after a match, and if you say yes, yes, you’re the good guys, and if you say no, no, you’re the bad guys, held at gunpoint and given three days to get ready for death or glory, and just when it seems science can’t help, older women show up at noon with their white hair and canes and wheelchairs and walkers, angry that this is happening again. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – Three Poems by John D. Robinson

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IN TROUBLE

I was shacked with a woman
and this other woman was hot
for me: one drunken night I
fucked the other woman, she
had the largest nipples and
the wettest pussy I have ever
experienced but I knew I was
in trouble: the woman I
lived with I loved and she
left me: the other woman
moved in but I didn’t love
her, after 3 days I told the
other woman to fuck-off: Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Inside The Pot” and “Talk Things Over” by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

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Inside the Pot

She is my cook.
She fries me
like an egg.
She eats me up. Continua a leggere