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A Hovering Sexual Position

              A Hovering Sexual Position Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The poet, Rupert Brooke, felt trouble with Deciding what his sex position was. He listened to his gay friends’ favorite myth...

After the Storm the Council Chopped Up the Birch

After the Storm the Council Chopped Up the Birch   Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Quite like that birch tree on the nearby green, Chuck stood both tall and slim, and black and white. He leaned a bit...

Ex Nihilo is a Joke

           Ex Nihilo is a Joke Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “. . .it starts with an empty universe” ~ Stephen Fry, Cosmos, vii An empty universe is paradox. In such a boundless space there’d be no...

Laid Asleep

             Laid Asleep                                 “we are laid asleep       In body, and become a living soul.” ~  William Wordsworth If laid asleep beside each other, we Might find some rest at last.  We never laid In doubled love.  Love’s serendipity Was...

Brown Beauty and Others Left Behind

Brown Beauty and Others Left Behind “more tourist still than soldier” ~ Rupert Brooke America and Canada, their spine Of Rocky Mountains, called across the sea, Their men and women waiting, near supine Already.  Rupert left behind debris Of men and women who had seen...

A Solitary Fire

                   A Solitary Fire In bobby socks the teenyboppers used To sigh or scream about a baritone, Or tenor, or falsetto voice.  Amused, Their objects of desire jived through a zone Of smugness like a phoenix on its pyre. Before these screeching fans, young...