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

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 – “Eating Bitter Herbs” by Ethan Goffman

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Eating Bitter Herbs

I used to slather horseradish on top of my matzo
as thick as possible
At our annual Passover dinner
the last remnant of a Judaism my parents had left far behind
and I have abandoned altogether

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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 – “Two 30-Something, Married Women Have a Discussion in My Entryway” by Catherine Zickgraf

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Two 30-Something, Married Women
Have a Discussion in My Entryway

Give me a moment to decide
whether I should laugh in your face
since 32 is too old, you say,
to smoke a cigarette on my porch
with the 20-year-old boy
living in your house across the street,
who pads around your kitchen
in his boxers every morning.
Would my deployed husband
approve of that cigarette, you ask? Continua a leggere