Tag Archives: Poetry

there’s a bluebird in my heart

Posted on July 16, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

Charles Bukowski there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants … Continue reading →

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The Misery of Manila Folders

Posted on July 8, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

DOLOR Theodore Roethke I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils, Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight, All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage, Desolation in immaculate public places, Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard, The … Continue reading →

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An American Tale

Posted on July 6, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

Jamaican-born author Claudia Rankine is the author of Citizen: An American Lyric. It was named one of the best books of the year in 2014 by numerous media outlets, including The New Yorker, The Atlantic, National Public Radio, and Publisher’s Weekly. The … Continue reading →

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fools elect fools

Posted on June 23, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

Dream Song 46 John Berryman  

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Another Lazy Caturday

Posted on June 20, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

   

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but whenever Monday comes…

Posted on June 15, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

Julio Cortàzar h/t Anisa Makhoul LydiaDavis Driving in Iceland is not for the fainthearted. Route 1 north of Hofn in southeastern Iceland passing Eystrahorn Mountain. Charles Bukowski    

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Pin the tail on the devil

Posted on June 5, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

“If My Enemy Is a Clown, a Natural Born Clown” by Ishmael Reed i tore down my thoughts roped in my nightmares remembered a thousand curses made blasphemous vows to demons choked on the blood of hosts ate my hat … Continue reading →

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What happens to a dream deferred

Posted on June 2, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore- And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over- like a syrupy sweet? Maybe … Continue reading →

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Happy Birthday Walt

Posted on May 31, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

 

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When Matter Meets Anti-Matter

Posted on May 29, 2020 by Brian D. Butler

Poem with No Children In It Claire Wahmanholm Instead, the poem is full of competent trees, sturdy and slow-growing. The trees live on a wide clean lawn full of adults. All night, the adults grow older without somersaulting or spinning. … Continue reading →

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