The Ramingo’s Porch – Five Poems By Jason Ryberg

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Drunk in a Bar in Qandahar

She had a wicked straight razor for a smile
and rocket fuel for blood.

Her soul was a mighty sunflower stalk
towering from a five-gallon bucket
in which local legend held something
had drowned before she was even born. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Somebody Has Lost The Sense of Blood” By Elena Bello

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Somebody has lost the sense of blood

The meaning of flesh
Of the guts
Of the organic
Of which we are made.

We come to the world
Already hearing cries of pain.
We open our eyes to the light
while we are wrapped in blood. Continua a leggere

Spaghetti&Meatballs – Sex, Work, and American Culture Seen Through The Eyes of An Italian Poet


Get ready to shout “Mamma mia!“, because the collection of poems written by Mendes Biondo is finally out! More than 150 pages filled with poems in English language with the Italian version on the front. A small gift for those who want to enjoy a bit of “parmesan” on reading. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “desire’s dance” and “galactic serenity” by Eliana Vanessa

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desire’s dance

lips of fallen innocence,
in cosmic repetition,
sound a wicked lover’s name,

embalm the flood
of my womanhood
to his unstudied prayer,

never to mingle in vain,
that we should honor the flame
all the same— Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – Four Poems by James Walton

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I could not remember the name of Twister

the wind is in from Antarctica
banging the sheet metal of night

I threw a ball up into the sky
watched the inevitable fall

of civilisations through clouds
where mercury boiled

but turned on an alchemist’s anvil
filling teeth in truth composite Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Plastic Asses”, “Genesis” and “Why I’m Still Her(e)” by Holly Day

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Plastic Asses

Metal-wheel lightning my only source of sunshine,
birds of prey fall smoking from the tracks
I wonder what they’re thinking.
In this little hole in the wall of the tunnel
unexpected hand on my shoulder, condescending eyes
watch through the windows of the cars the wheels
that drum beyond my sky at night, past
this cage I call home this city Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “The Coming of Strawberry Moon”, “Parts Unknown” and “Casu Marzu” By Vincent Zepp



i gave

blood and

i got to read

linda stevenson poems Continua a leggere