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Oddball Magazine Parade of Poets Presents Stacy Esch
Old Saint God “Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.” Al Swearengen, Deadwood But, damn, there are so many ways to make God laugh, and in that laughter, so sweetly divine, so many...
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Poem by Alice Weiss
(Kind of Blue) Feet up on the coffee table, I loosen my tie. Miles climbs hills, Jimmy Cobb whooshes cymbals, side-a-the road sounds. She comes into the living room. “It’s the mellow Miles.” I say,...
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Poem by Seth Howard
Public Bath in Seoul The money meant nothing to me I didn’t know how much it was worth Fingers fumbled through my leather wallet, when she Asked me to pay, I showed her different bills She smiled as...
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Poem by Natasha Head
Satellites We are satellites Spinning dangerously Throughout this unending universe Simple stardust Caught in mason jars Shaken with poison tonic Toxic elixirs A suicide syringe Injected like homing...
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Poetry and Photograpy by Stacy Esch
This is Not An Exit Plate glass window Warns, “Not an exit.” Polite, with a calm blue dot. But really? For me it is. It’s the best kind of exit. So subtle and understated that not the bluest air nor...
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Poem by Amanda Tumminaro
Fiddlesticks! I will concede she had the upper hand at first (or always), but pronounce my last name like a crackling fire or that degree is wasted. I guess I knew the job wasn’t concrete...
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Poetry and Photography by Stacy Esch
Overlooked I imagine seeing Till I see what I imagine I see But I don’t see I can’t see But I can imagine seeing I look over And I overlook Till I find you. Stacy Esch lives and works in West...
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Poem by Mel Waldman
Dancing With a Mustang in Inner Space The soul-shattering news alert bit me in the face, cut me up, opened old wounds, and rushed into my bloodstream. I heard the excruciating echoes of the past. And...
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Poetry and Photography by Stacy Esch
Ordinary White and Everyday Wide Pieces of dreams lost in plain sight, low watt light bulbs competing with the sun, silent set of keys all alone in the stillness of the wrong shelf, that single...
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Poetry and Artwork by Stacy Esch
We Can’t All Die In this battle of the will My soldiers are stoic Or bored, half of them asleep It’s been very quiet on the front line The blood spilled here Is not really spilled So much as shoved...
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Poetry and Artwork by Stacy Esch
Darkness of Now In another life I was walking along a sunny shaded verdant fragrant sidewalk everything in motion heels clicking, knees bounding, hips pivoting and eyes reveling I was flowing in the...
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Poetry and Artwork by Stacy Esch
There Is No Crisis In the big broad morning sky there is no pie and no crisis no faith, no doubt no nihilistic wedge that secret message written in the clouds just a pair of singing cardinals a nest...
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Poetry and Artwork by Stacy Esch
Burnt Offerings Returning to a place I love This view from on high Looking for the strength in beauty and truth Looking for lift-off into the blue How much time does anyone have to enjoy beautiful...
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Poetry and Artwork by Stacy Esch
In My Room Soldier’s home Moonless night Black Surrounded by enemy silence Machines hum like jailbirds Fixing to riot Words and images Soft melodies Sweat and fog Triangulated candle glow Stress in...
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Two Poems by Chris Warner
Morning Snow I’d been looking for it all week— at dawn, not sleeping at midnight— and when I woke this morning, my imaginings were true: the moon had finally fallen, spattered itself all over...
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Oddball Magazine Parade of Poets Presents Stacy Esch
Old Saint God “Announcing your plans is a good way to hear God laugh.” Al Swearengen, Deadwood But, damn, there are so many ways to make God laugh, and in that laughter, so sweetly divine, so many...
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Poem by Alice Weiss
(Kind of Blue) Feet up on the coffee table, I loosen my tie. Miles climbs hills, Jimmy Cobb whooshes cymbals, side-a-the road sounds. She comes into the living room. “It’s the mellow Miles.” I say,...
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Poem by Seth Howard
Public Bath in Seoul The money meant nothing to me I didn’t know how much it was worth Fingers fumbled through my leather wallet, when she Asked me to pay, I showed her different bills She smiled as...
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Poem by Natasha Head
Satellites We are satellites Spinning dangerously Throughout this unending universe Simple stardust Caught in mason jars Shaken with poison tonic Toxic elixirs A suicide syringe Injected like homing...
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