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Poetry

THE ROTTENNESS OF THE POETRY BUSINESS

By David Fewster THE ROTTENNESS OF THE POETRY BUSINESS The only time I ever paid a reading fee was for the Beyond Baroque contest in 2013 and that was only because Nick Flynn was the judge and I loved “Another Bullshit Night in Suck City” and it amused me, as the author of “Diary of...

Yuan Changming – Poetry

[thirty-eight word idioms] No belief without a lie No business without sin No character without an act No coffee without a fee No courage without rage No culture without a cult No entrance without a trance No epicenter without an epic No Europe without a rope No freedom without a reed No friendship without an...

Change is Inevitable

Change is Inevitable by Mark Lipman Change is inevitable on that we all agree. However, it just may not be the change that you imagine. You see, corporations getting tax-breaks to move into our communities taking over our neighborhoods importing high-paid employees to drive up the rents and evict existing tenants, while with the help...

“Poetry Is the Consciousness of This Planet:”

“Poetry Is the Consciousness of This Planet:” A Conversation with Mark Lipman, Founder of the Venice Press, Vagabond by Krista Schwimmer Beachhead: So, why did you start Vagabond? Mark: Well, I found there was a gap between what was accessible as far as access to a microphone, access to the printed word, access to the conversation....

Poem: Venice Beach When I First Knew It – By Lisa Marguerite Mora

Venice Beach When I First Knew It was a poor beach town the remnant of one man’s dream. And then it got a reputation but the reputation was borne of ideas that others thought but did not necessarily live– So other people at least twice removed grabbed the strange and weird and sometimes whimsical balloons...

Kiss Fear Goodbye by Sanatra

Kiss Fear goodbye And send him on his way There are others that need him for protection of their day You see, fear has a purpose To shield us from harm But we humans take it to another level When we walk with him arm and arm Oh fear, my dearest You have kept me...

Black and Blue Blues – by Mary Getlein

I’m Irish, as the day is long and the night is young — I’m Irish When you cut down young men Who might have stood up tall I’m Irish For the eight million Irish at the start of the famine and the four million that were left I’m Irish For the Irish families that were...

SOMETHING IS ROTTEN IN VENICE – Moishe Meshugge, S.2015

To be or not to be- To be a rich Venice developer and their paid politicians and police dogs or to keep your soul. That is the question! Shakespeare was young, kind and a talented poet and musician. His only crime being Black and homeless. Poor Shakespeare just sittin by a Venice pagoda in the...

Poetry: Home by Somali poet Warsan Shire

no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark you only run for the border when you see the whole city running as well your neighbours running faster than you breath bloody in their throats the boy you went to school with who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory is...
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