Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...In my mind, there's an auditorium..."
"...to miss those hands entwined..."
"...white chieftain of the broken bones..."
"Night is drifters..."
"...To pretend that poverty is shrinking is stupidity ..."
"...sizzled like bacon on the grill..."
"...what else did he really expect?.."
"...a forest of metal trees..."
"...I give no second chance to anyone..."
"...gentle, blessed by the sun..."
"...As tortured souls we quibble and dispute..."
John Sweet, b 1968, still numbered among the living. A believer in writing as catharsis.
"...They twisted and turned with effortless grace and charm..."
"...There should be monuments to my father..."
"...From this seam emerges melic tunes..."
"...there is a whole world away from my window..."
"...They also have Ulysses's stare..."
"...Forty years old and suddenly<br /> alone..."
Cord Moreski is a poet from New Jersey.
"...So what do we make of a god..."
"...I said cheerio to the consumption of meat and eggs..."
"...those busy emissaries with love on their lips..."
"...to bake the handmade bread to douse the fire in their bellies..."
"...how wicked the lightning is at the end of town..."
"...that synthetic hair sure does billow in the breeze..."
"...I pass through the tide meeting the comfort of homesick strangers..."
"...I did, I did as just I'd promised..."
"...Had she stepped on the tail of a lion?..."
"...a kind of music played on my bones and memory..."
"...A clip of speech that played with a Southern accent..."