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Hybrids: May 2015
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Poetry art movies music other. Saturday, May 9, 2015. For those cautious fingernails. The deep that torments them. Grow crazy in the hair and then. Touch the naked that surrounds it-. Perhaps it is under the skirts. How the silhouette of a body. Is pressed into a photograph. Of uncharted landscapes, we won't wander. Unless the word "traverse" or "dance" or. Fabulous the pirouetted lips twist. We are, for a moment,. Matina L. Stamatakis. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Les délices de l'enfer. The Flux I Share.
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Hybrids: March 2014
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Poetry art movies music other. Saturday, March 15, 2014. Of an exiting Neruda ]. A niche in the pavement,. Black hat head-spun southward. In glassy trill, the din of clock &. Or that of an existing wound-. Accustomed to striking bow. With hands and heart you. You’ve only once. From a bird, dusky nightingale,. Through the salty spray. Matina L. Stamatakis. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Les délices de l'enfer. Ek rzepka (official site). Translated Text of Automatic Form. The Flux I Share.
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Hybrids: KIKI
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Poetry art movies music other. Saturday, May 9, 2015. For those cautious fingernails. The deep that torments them. Grow crazy in the hair and then. Touch the naked that surrounds it-. Perhaps it is under the skirts. How the silhouette of a body. Is pressed into a photograph. Of uncharted landscapes, we won't wander. Unless the word "traverse" or "dance" or. Fabulous the pirouetted lips twist. We are, for a moment,. Matina L. Stamatakis. Thanks for sharing. Please check out my site Homes for rent.
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Hybrids: Sugar Mule
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Poetry art movies music other. Friday, August 1, 2014. Here's some new work of mine up at Sugar Mule. Along with Eileen Tabios, Vernon Frazer, Heller Levinson, and many more talented writers. Matina L. Stamatakis. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Les délices de l'enfer. Ek rzepka (official site). Translated Text of Automatic Form. The Flux I Share. Noncessence: A Journal of Nevercheology. Madame's Walls of Shake. Matina L. Stamatakis. Matina L. Stamatakis. View my complete profile.
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Literary Magazines - Agni, Mississippi Review, 3 AM, Paris Review, and More
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149; About Web del Sol. 149; Del Sol Press. 149; eScene - Best Lit. 149; eScene II - Best Journals. 149; Houlihan's Poet Blog. 149; House of Blogs. 149; In Dissent - Reviews. 149; Interboard Poetry Com. 149; Jazz Online. 149; Literary Dialogue - Iviews. 149; Lit Explorer - Places. 149; Poets and Writers - Chaps. 149; Poets in Rags. 149; Portal del Sol - Reviews. 149; SolPix Cinema. 149; The Writer's Block. 149; WDS Review of Books. 149; Writer's Edge. 149; Writers on The Job. 149; 5 Trope. An electronic ...
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[open window press]: grace
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Sunday, February 5, 2012. The trees stand weighted. With prophesies of snow;. A burden received,. They preach, these trees,. In snaps and creaks. And the falling away of their glittering. The morning sun clothes them. In brilliant revelations,. While the sky above dazzles. In a far blue emptiness. On my upturned face,. I wonder if I but stretched. From the highest branches,. Could I send ripples across. But there’s no need. The sky came down as snow. To grace the forest and. The flowers that hide beneath.
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[open window press]: metaphorically speaking
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013. Flying to Phoenix,. I picture myself leaping from this plane. High over the dreaming desert,. Just to find out, once and for all,. But, of course, I don't leap. The pen may be mightier. Than the sword, but, in the end,. I know gravity always wins. Mountains turn to plains,. Fire turns to ash,. As the rising sun. Sets free the night,. The pilot tells us. To prepare for landing. As its wheels come down. I always think of landing. As a kind of birth,. Eulogies would be. Who.
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[open window press]: learning to swim (psalm 139)
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Monday, January 16, 2012. Learning to swim (psalm 139). The first time I went swimming. There was no trick to it. I just floated in that warm place. Of salt and blood,. While God knitted me. The lungs I would later need,. When I finally surfaced. Then there was the baptismal font,. Which involved no swimming at all,. Held by strong arms. And a baptismal dress, I’m sure,. But these are long disappeared. After that there were sinks, bathtubs. And plastic dish basins half full. Gently. I imagine. On the vas...
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June | 2012 | The Transparent Body...
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The Transparent Body…. Alchemy of the Prose Poem, Phantom Limbs and Objects of Desire. June 22, 2012. Posted by lampe under The Prose Poem. The invention of night, the ageless question of impossible balance, the pilot’s daughter eating crystals: To fill the world with light, the void with imaginary bodies glowing in the dark…. The perfect alignment through the axis of it’s twin, quartered and shelled in the gasping for breath and emerald, adored and pandered for pleasure and sight unseen, she licks herse...
