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Pedro Trevino-Ramirez
Millie Niss
kari edwards
Pedro Trevino-Ramirez
Sophie's Wall
I.
This cement one sun or another has
colored. The south wall of Saint
Cecelia's was to this color built.
Winter is over. The wall is the same
every morning. Winter is over,
the color is original. I photograph
debris and think it beautiful for it is
grey. Color is morning.
II.
Your travel one hand or another has
driven. The stream of your wetness
was to this hand released. Barriers
be through. The shudder is recalled
each morning apart. I photograph you
bare for you will travel again apart;
for I think our hands beautiful in this
winter that is over, in your wetness
that is new. Mine or your hand recall
this to one in thought the other; for
the wetness released. Barriers be
through for the sugar and the hand.
Copyright © 2004 Pedro Trevino-Ramirez
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CCXXXII
A man near death must tell his son "Go to labor
your hands & build now a house; answer to not
architecture, but bone of only your boy hands."
So a man has & I went the stone valley & saw all
to burn that I may study resistance to wrath
& for my home use the strongest ash as clay.
Copyright © 2004 Pedro Trevino-Ramirez
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CCLIV
Imbalance of the river's casement
dams in flood, a barb in the hand
of an officer.
A blue mouth, white
woman smoking on the east coast.
Language of my foreign birth.
Ein toter Soldat und sein Sohn.
I have suddenly again become
the man my father sought to raise.
Copyright © 2004 Pedro Trevino-Ramirez
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Alba
It is like my dark hand again
beside your face: here now
the sun is not where I am
but it does not matter
what may here be seen:
my dark hand again beside
your face, a violet
in the window & the sun weak
on a brown house
Copyright © 2004 Pedro Trevino-Ramirez
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Wife Poem: Text Fifteen
I will keep at your side if rooms are to fail,
the ports submerge, the big guns manned blow
into our home and level lanes & corner-
-stones shatter
I have by the barrel birthed fire, and there
it will be I carry you for respite if your legs
have buckled; there it will be I carry you,
move in for warmth and keep at your side
the big guns steam
& hammer, the
gods skirt
further away.
Copyright © 2004 Pedro Trevino-Ramirez
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Bio: Pedro Trevino-Ramirez is 19 years old and resides in Texas with his wife. He is a Pushcart Prize nominee and author of 'Origin's and Anonymity', an introspective chapbook published by Foothills Publishing. He is a monthly contributor to The Hold Magazine, a guest editor to MiPo, and his work is published or upcoming will be seen in the following: Cotyledon, Poesy, Tryst, Thunder Sandwich, Third Lung Review, Jack Magazine, Pilgrimage, Cokefish, Tamafyhr Mountain Poetry, Rock Salt Plum Review and Tin Lustre Mobile.
Millie Niss
The Brave Get Stung
litmus test for liver: lie
courage comes lily and yellow
white feathers grace
the headdresses of the chief
accountant for the firm
abdomen a section of a bug
jackets yellow and tiger striped
like the pants of prison inmates
malfunctioning machine makes me mad
don't drink and drive, my mother said
said suspect slyly lies laughter
of clowns always melancholic
or alka-seltzer plop plop plop
bird droppings on the bald man's pate-
-ernoster prayed in genuflection
like a real flexor muscle man
lies and lifts weights in prison yard
three feet under lying dead
letter officials censor, cut
before you deal the deck
chairs too flimsy for the house
a full one wins the hand-
-yman prize for furnace installation
art with yellow lilies painted
Copyright © 2004 Millie Niss
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Bio: Millie Niss is from New York City, where she writes and does web design. She has had poetry and web art published in trAce (UK), Beehive, Sidereality, Milk Magazine, The Museum of the Essential and Beyond That (Brazil), The Buffalo News, Artvoice, Sudden Magazine, m.a.g., wordcircuits.com, Rhizome/hypperhiz, Furthetxt.org (UK), wordcircuits.com, bannerart.org, etc. Her web site is www.sporkworld.org
kari edwards
They got discounted tickets? [ Follow Ups
To: "M.K" From: aaaa@central.com
Subject: Re: my new-Attachments:
m.k.
it's nice to be virtual again.. missed life somewhere.. well, not
life, the image.. the one that's in time with the other lifetime that
will never recover... oh well, it's not that bad ... there's hot and
cold running water and a candle..
take care
forever on a stick
To: aaaa@central.com > From: "M.K"
Subject: Re: your old attachments:
dear stick
that's right left without a moment's notice or a catalogue to the show.
how was it you expected me to follow the seed trail without the seeds?
take care
mk
don't think of it
To: "M.K" < mk89697@hotl.com > From: aaaa@central.com
Subject: Re: my relapses:
m.k.
you came in garbled, kind of smooth to the surface, but I could tell
the real from the fake. and that's right I hit the skids again
following a form oeuvre . . . there is more to tell, but I lost my
metaheart in lala land.
love
forever non-stick
p.s.
buy a car quick, need to get a minimal cost plus am radio @ gateway to
statistics
To: aaaa@central.com > From: "M.K"
Subject: Re: you paste or add on item
dear almost over
as I stated in our last Do Not Resuscitate, prepared for the worst,
since you know... once one knows no one knows who I am, I can be that
something happened once again, with new favors and big hitters. so I
welcome you to the party with all the battery powered widgets,
including all the Portable Wireless Peripherals you can stomach
mk
I have the road map bite hard soon
To: "M.K" From: aaaa@central.com
Subject: Re: my compulsion is too hard:
m.k.
frankly I wind up and fall down, I think it was a lie . . . with cards
and PARADIGMS A banal through and through as runny as you know what .
. . but every time I think, I crave the other side and a slow low
return image.
as you remember me.
ps. this is it. I have hit the pavement.
Copyright © 2004 kari edwards
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Bio: kari edwards is author of iduna, O Books (2003) and a day in the life of p. , subpress collective (2002). edwards' work can also be found in Scribner's The Best American Poetry 2004 (fall, 2004), Aufgabe, Mirage/Period(ical), Van Gogh's Ear, Call, Fulcrum: an annual of poetry and aesthetics, and Pom2.
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