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Clarke, Mosher and Chaos

by POETS' BASEMENT

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by ROBIN CLARKE

 

Blessed with no memory

class today is devoted

to pushing your pens back &

across the wreckage. What would

happen if one woman told

the truth about her life one

child, rocket, mountain sequel?

A boy with dirt on his face

names the birds at the feeder

Mary, Joseph, baby

those are bruises. Why do we

look less human with each

passing sentence? Walk back &

forth, back & forth find the place

where your desks were.

 

Robin Clarke’s poetry can be found at http://burghforoneto.tumblr.com/.

 

 

Omen

by D J MOSER

 

Cresting the rise with dawn tingeing the clouds

in warning and the wheeling cries of birds

steeped in its blood he heard again the restless

ice popping beneath his feet one winter

in his youth in a shanty on a lake

that harbored fish far from this autumnal

dawn with a different pole leading his hand

up the trail he had followed out of the valley

to chance upon a ruin of walls scrawled

with ivy casting headless shadows down

through crippled rafters sagely slumbering

in dusky beards distinguished by decay

standing fast in mist awaiting rain decreed

by thunder listening for a voice from an altar

rising from the stones in the tracks of untold

steps wearing a trail to find answers to guide

them back to their homes in wonder as if

there were anything else to believe in

 

D J Moser is a freelance writer who lives in Washington, DC. He can be reached at dajamo@verizon.net.

 

 

Perspective

by Zorba Hassium Chaos

 

The first remembered thought

of Jesus:

Sawdust smells good.

 

The last remembered thought

of Jesus:

Sawdust doesn’t smell so good.

 

Zorba Hassium Chaos is the heaviest member of The Group 8. He was first observed in 1984. He can be reached at zorbachaos@gmail.com.

 

Editorial Note: (Please Read Closely Before Submitting)

To submit to Poets’ Basement, send an e-mail to CounterPunch’s poetry editor, Marc Beaudin at counterpunchpoetry@gmail.com with your name, the titles being submitted, and your website url or e-mail address (if you’d like this to appear with your work).  Also indicate whether or not your poems have been previously published and where.  For translations, include poem in original language and documentation of granted reprint/translation rights.  Attach up to 5 poems and a short bio, written in 3rd person, as a single Word Document (.doc or .rtf attachments only; no .docx – use “Save As” to change docx or odt files to “.doc”).  Expect a response within one month (occasionally longer during periods of heavy submissions).

Poems accepted for online publication will be considered for possible inclusion of an upcoming print anthology.

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