Source: Milton and the Machine
Monthly Archives: October 2015
Picasso’s Poetry
whisper
the shiver of hands
blind without memory
and so,
friendly still
yet sweet like the words
forgotten
to the tremble of lips
quiet
there are no surprises here
rest your eyelids
until they become stone
rest your heart
until it stops
(it beats now only for itself
in some secret place)
http://www.cipherjournal.com/html/picasso_poems.html
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An Interview With Albany Poets : R.M. Engelhardt
An interview with old friend and cofounder of Albany Poets Mr. Thom Francis about the Albany poetry scene, new projects and something about a new book :
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Salvation
And all the light of the world surrounded her, and in her eyes there was
salvation. As the world and she slowly drifted off to what seemed like a million
miles away. Where all time stopped, streets seemed empty. And the world was
no longer there. And in her eyes there was still beauty, light
“Salvation”
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The Popes & the Punks
Source: The Popes & the Punks
R.M. ENGELHARDT 