Cryogenic Camera

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Cryogenic Camera


Three Queens of Sepia,
Under the spell of a Winter lens.
Fun seeking heroines,
Locked in a moment,
Wrapped and gifted
To a hooded shutterbug.

Too late for a wakening kiss,
Fairytale voices fade
On turning the final page.
Inescapable framing,
Heart-stopping development.
1905 was a good year for freezing.


Martin T. Hodges

Posted over on his site Square Sunshine
Listed as #19 over on Magpie Tales 49

Fresh Snow, Like

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fresh snow, like

fresh snow, like
fresh bread, is
unpressed
for time, is
unsinged with
tired grill marks,
though always
ready to crumble
.

Yi Ching Lin

Posted over on her site Yi's Bits

An Entire World

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an entire world

an entire world
can retreat
gracefully into
the contours of her
eyes while
the rest of
her face
registers
unconcern
.

Yi Ching Lin

Posted over on her site Yi's Bits

I Did This To My Vocabulary

Painting by Michael Drozd

I DID THIS TO MY VOCABULARY

The moon is my alibi. My tenders throw a hissy fit.
My scalp’s at the foot of the precipice.
My lume is spento, there’s a creep in my cellar.
You can stand under my umbrella, Ella.

Who put pubic hair on my headphones?
Who put the ram in Ramallah?
I’m just sitting here spinning my spinning wheels—
Where are the snow tires of tomorrow? [/ta’marah/]

The llama is burning! My heart is an ovary!
Let’s chase dawn’s tail down state lines,
sing “Crimson and Clover” over and overy,
till wonders are taken for road signs.

My fish, fast and loose, shoot fish in a kettle.
The boys like the girls who like heavy metal.
On Sabbath, on Slayer, on Maiden and Venom,
on Motörhead, Leppard, and Zeppelin, and Mayhem.

Michael Robbins

from POETRY (December 2010

Being Alive Is

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being alive is

being alive is
magnetic,
unwrapped,
blazing,
wounded,
penciled in,
stranded,
realized,
imperfect
.

Yi Ching Lin

Posted over on her site Yi's Bits

No Amount of Ice, Sleet

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no amount of ice, sleet

no amount of ice, sleet,
snow, nor rain
could bring you
down the rabbit
hole as effortlessly
as a box of
sweets with a
candle for luck
.

Yi Ching Lin

Posted over on her site Yi's Bits

When New

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when new

when new
snow turns into
old snow, we all wait
on the curb the same
way, toeing
gravity, coveting
another’s sturdy
footprints, waffling
between a full
leap and a very
slight spring
.

Yi Ching Lin

Posted over on her site Yi's Bits