The Ramingo’s Porch – Four Poems By Brian Rihlmann

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none of them ever admitted it
at least not that I remember
the whole village of fathers
and father figures
that raised us to be men
all silent about an animating force
as common as an itchy ballsack Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Emily” a poem by Bill Ratner

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Emily the cat
sitting on a tractor beam
turns her calico head to face me.
She is nearly gone.
I cry for her as for my mother. Continua a leggere

Lost In Translation – John D. Robinson

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John D Robinson’s portrait by Henry G Stanton

Intime, intense ed erotiche: così definirei queste poesie. Per me è stato un vero onore poter tradurre John D. Robinson. La sua è una scrittura schietta che permette al lettore di entrare subito in confidenza. Non lascia spazio alle supposizioni e parla dei piccoli grandi problemi che tutti noi affrontiamo nella nostra vita.

Intimate, intense and erotic: thus I would define these poems. For me it was a real honor to be able to translate John D Robinson. His is a frank writing that allows the reader to enter immediately into confidence. It leaves no room for assumptions and speaks of the great little problems we all face in our lives. Continua a leggere

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

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his favorite color.

was also
his favorite word 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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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