Blogs about: Mina Loy
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A SONNET
Sentimentality, a bad date Some things won’t wash—for instance more than one month after meeting him you’re again fenced by chairs in the same waiting, watch women walk their aged bodies f… more →
The Plural Hoe
untitled poem in progress
Michael Martin wrote 2 weeks ago: {crumblecrumblecrumblecrumble} an ugly poem used to be here one word salvaged … more →
modernist American literature
iintegral wrote 1 month ago: I am currently enrolled in an American Literature class as part of the American/Floridian requiremen … more →
"modern poetry"
joslyn wrote 2 months ago: Poetry is prose bewitched, a music made of visual thought, the sound of an idea. … more →
Attention Span - Marie Buck
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Steve Evans wrote 6 months ago: Helen Adam, ed. Kristin Prevallet | A Helen Adam Reader | National Poetry Foundation | 2007 Jules Bo … more →
Poetry
Daniel wrote 12 months ago: Words are something I have had some interest in since I was a child. I have books filled of writing … more →
A SONNET
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suemintude wrote 1 year ago: Sentimentality, a bad date Some things won’t wash—for instance more than one month after meeti … more →
ON POVERTY
suemintude wrote 1 year ago: Like some body left in an harbour, it is what bloodies our hands that we wake to the red reeling of … more →
HOE
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suemintude wrote 1 year ago: a drink down, mouth to mouth bare and we’re all thirsty, gathering at the sound of breath living in … more →
AFTER THE LOVE HAS GONE
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suemintude wrote 1 year ago: The men drag the shore for the bones of your body, coast guards watchful to what has already passed, … more →
ON BEING MARRIED
suemintude wrote 1 year ago: Arthur, Fabian, father, brother, son of the sail that sets the boat travelling away from the beach, … more →
Last Stop Salina Cruz, David Lalé
Designer Brothers wrote 1 year ago: Last Stop Salina Cruz, David Lale Originally uploaded by heretakis Last Stop Salina Cruz, David Lalé … more →
"moreover, the moon" (mina loy)
m wrote 2 years ago: Face of the skies preside over our wonder. Fluorescent truant of heaven draw us under. Silver, circu … more →
