Poetry
Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature — from lyric verse to experimental forms, haiku to epic.
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"...I was not a new man, nor a good man, but I was a beginning man..."
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"...I was excited, had never met an artist before..."
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"...Like whalers trying to harpoon..."
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"...Sometimes the kids would beg 'Can we get chocolate, Mom?'..."
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"...I crave the chance to turn my heater on..."
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"...see Africa in her purity, totality and dignity..."
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"...laughter echoes cruelly across the moonless night..."
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"...the intimacy of song, the air whispering..."
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Joel Bush reads things. He also writes things. Well, sometimes he reads the things he writes. That tends to help.
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"...enjoy your ice cream and cookies..."
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"...transform the heavy leaden flesh of age back to the bloom ..."
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"...There are no bridges or tunnels or hidden shortcuts..."
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"It didn’t matter that I was at the wheel..."
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"...No one knows how long it’s waited..."
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"...If light don’t come, try another door..."
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"...The snoring was sudden and deep!..."
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Memories in haiku
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"...in the breast pocket of an imitation leather jacket forgotten..."
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Collaborative Tan-renga
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"...Planning is a holophrase for hiatus..."
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"...humble, soiled, marbled with life..."
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"...a slave of our first meeting..."
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"...So many have dedicated their lives in her name..."
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"...the word ‘who?’ never crossed my mind..."
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"...How he died no one knows..."
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"...A mentor to many. An iconic, lovely lady..."
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Sparsh Paul is a poet, writer and bedroom musician based in New Delhi, India. He actively immerses himself in the practice of shinrin-yoku, and is a hobbyist bird photographer.
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"...I doubt a lover’s tryst ever happened here..."
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"...It’s a quiet Saturday night..."
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"...Soon enough he’ll come to know..."