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Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press: RESPITE IN A MINOR KEY
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BERKELEY POETS WORKSHOP and PRESS * Ted Fleischman, Editor * Charles Entrekin, Founding Editor. Friday, November 25, 2011. RESPITE IN A MINOR KEY. I would like an unending stretch of drizzly. Weekday afternoons, in a moulting season:. Nowhere else to go but across the street for. Bread, and the paper. Later, faces, voices across a table,. Or an autumn fricassee, cèpes and shallots,. Sipping Gigondas as I dice and hum to. No one’s waiting for me across an ocean. War is a debate, or at worst, a headlined.
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Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press: August 2011
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BERKELEY POETS WORKSHOP and PRESS * Ted Fleischman, Editor * Charles Entrekin, Founding Editor. Thursday, August 11, 2011. I dream two old Jews washing dishes. In last night’s Japanese restaurant,. Keening and kvetsching in Yiddish. One sings a song the Nazis made him sing. Rowing down the river past his village,. A Polish song of girls and love and soldiers. The other hums along and weeps. What. Are they doing here, out of time and place. Two old DP’s, stirring my sleep? Of What Do We Make Our Homes?
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Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press: October 2009
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BERKELEY POETS WORKSHOP and PRESS * Ted Fleischman, Editor * Charles Entrekin, Founding Editor. Saturday, October 17, 2009. Pushing away rain,. I see three cows. Standing together in an otherwise. As we splash past on our way elsewhere. As if she sees me. Across our vast species difference. And even as we are rushing forward into tomorrow. She stares out at me in silent communion. Of what it means to be. At home in the world, today,. In the rain, in that simple connection,. Next to one another. There rem...
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Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press: April 2010
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BERKELEY POETS WORKSHOP and PRESS * Ted Fleischman, Editor * Charles Entrekin, Founding Editor. Thursday, April 15, 2010. Here the house fire rose. Here the house fire rose,. The hearth fire rose on Xmas Eve,. Arms and shoulders of a companionable. Being warm and guileless energies linked. With quick tongues to secure good memories,. Moments that might be counted on to hold. Real promise in the face of Fate. The small fire behind the andirons. On the hearth refused to flag, to gather. Breathed in on smog...
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Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press: MIDNIGHT MUSINGS
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BERKELEY POETS WORKSHOP and PRESS * Ted Fleischman, Editor * Charles Entrekin, Founding Editor. Monday, February 20, 2012. There was that train ride, once,. Across the green and yellow expanse. Of southern France, while you. Sipped wine and held hands. With the young man next to you. Love was a promise, then, a film. Flickering in your mind. Between waves of moisture. That came between your thighs. You made up endless stories –. Summers that bloomed,. Arms dangling from a hammock. That hugged you so close.
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Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press: May 2010
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BERKELEY POETS WORKSHOP and PRESS * Ted Fleischman, Editor * Charles Entrekin, Founding Editor. Tuesday, May 4, 2010. Questions Asked Knowing Why. You'd think you would. Like sitting or thinking. You are committed to its stifling heat. Your heart tells you,. Your heart tells you its despair, like the last time. You'd think you would. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Search for Poetry or Authors. Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press. Need assistance with audio recording/submitting? Questions Asked Knowing Why.
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Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press: February 2012
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BERKELEY POETS WORKSHOP and PRESS * Ted Fleischman, Editor * Charles Entrekin, Founding Editor. Monday, February 20, 2012. There was that train ride, once,. Across the green and yellow expanse. Of southern France, while you. Sipped wine and held hands. With the young man next to you. Love was a promise, then, a film. Flickering in your mind. Between waves of moisture. That came between your thighs. You made up endless stories –. Summers that bloomed,. Arms dangling from a hammock. That hugged you so close.
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Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press: April 2011
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BERKELEY POETS WORKSHOP and PRESS * Ted Fleischman, Editor * Charles Entrekin, Founding Editor. Tuesday, April 26, 2011. In the hollows of lightning-struck trees,. Deep in the forest of the Weotts,. The fathers ran their stills when you were. Still a boy by the cold-running Eel;. They hid the cucurbit of berries,. The mash of scented, fermenting grain,. And lit their secret flames below, then. By every hook and crook jury-rigged. A rick for aging the casks of gin. Blessed be these makeshift alembics.
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Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press: IN THE BUS
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BERKELEY POETS WORKSHOP and PRESS * Ted Fleischman, Editor * Charles Entrekin, Founding Editor. Wednesday, March 7, 2012. By Dr Ehud Sela. It sliced the bus’s air. All these lives that intersect. Along the routes of urban roads. Up foggy hills with stores, cafés and people all around. I hear their stories told. Here a laugh, there a sigh. They come and go at street corners. A few engage in talk. But most with iPods stare blank. At all that passes by. Inside and out the bus’s constant climb.
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Berkeley Poets Workshop and Press: February 2010
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BERKELEY POETS WORKSHOP and PRESS * Ted Fleischman, Editor * Charles Entrekin, Founding Editor. Tuesday, February 23, 2010. The Future As A Pear. Imagining the taste of her pears,. I entertain the naked girl with a story. About a bird that lands by a window,. Balances on one foot, and carries a flame. In the other claw. Her smile is the chiseled ice. Of the president’s lips. Love, I urge,. Is a painter who brushes a fire into a cold thing. She yanks her coat over her shoulder, proves. Have paid the high ...
