Category Archives: CHAOS

Poetry from Mark Schwartz

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Off an alley in North Beach, I spent my boyhood aspirations.

Smoking weed in Kerouac Alley and drinking from pitchers of beer in Specs

spewing words onto a page.

Some of the words came true, others melted like candle wax over a bridal bouquet.

I got divorced from that son of a bitch

who kept me up all night

Tied to a bed in handcuffs.

I wrote it all down, the screams, noise, words. How do you write noise?

Like this.

AARGHHHGGGRGGHH!!!

And that’s that.

 

— Mark Schwartz and Joie Cook

 

By recluse in the affinity of the time

I come to reckon my finances

and all that is due to me

The kingdom come, thy will be done

As it is in heaven and earth

 

Be sure to forgive those who trespass you

But keep the debts

 

Remember the earth (maye, gaye)

and its replenishment

 

Come flowers, come children

Long live life.

 

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Poetry from Joan Beebe

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Jim Beebe (Joan's husband's) clock.

Jim Beebe (Joan’s husband’s) clock.

The Clock
 
Finely Fretted –
 
Lacey Cuts,
 
Tall and Commanding,
 
It stands in 3D and is
 
A Work of Art
 
But overpowering–
 
An Illusion of a Time Long Ago.

Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope

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The Legend of the Coco Palms Resort
Legend of the Coco Palms Resort is a suspense mystery that is most definitely a must have for the mystery lover and fans of Ms. Rita D’Orazio. I absolutely love this book! It will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page with its surprising twists and turns. Abby Parker works for Brickman and Brickman law firm in New York. She is sent to Kauai to obtain the land where The Coco Palms Resort sits. The resort was completely ruined by a hurricane and has stood emptied since. While there, she comes across Kanoa Kahala, whom she was dating and very much in love with in New York until his abrupt departure. As she is walking around the Coco Palms she looks up into a second story window and thinks she sees a woman looking down at her. What follows is a riveting story of romance, suspense and mystery that will keep you gripping the edge of your seat until the very last page. I know you will love this book as much as I do and will read it again and again. This is Rita D’Orazio at her best. You will NOT be disappointed.

Poetry from Suvojit Banerjee

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To the non Wonder

In our days of learning the slum-alphabets

we craved of sugar-topped coconut balls

served in a silver dish.

That never came about.

With a pistol in my hand and a raging

youth in my loins, I had given in

to the picture of wonder, and

meekly submitted, like a damaged

Dorian Gray, plunging inside

the dark pollens of rhododendrons.

Love to me was stories

that rich people told their kids

at bedtime. The wagon-breakers,

the mongrels born out of

streetside fucks didn’t get

a Christmas present.

The gentle greenery was swaying with

moist, complaining river wind that evening.

When I saw my son thrusting himself

into a woman, teeth and nails bare,

burning his wonders into

a hot vicious brand, I was sitting with

my share of bullets, counting stars that

never shone on people who grew up

under homes made of plastic shades.

A piece of the forgotten

On the other side of the wall

that moons can see on earth, lies

a river with five faces. The suburban

myth led people to jump to their

death here, thinking that under

the gray abyss of water

was Atlantis.

On mornings laced with fumes

of roasted ducks and fried

catfish, blind hawkers made

their way to the bigger

spectacle of a city with

skyscrapers. Little bougainvilleas

coming out from the creaks

of the wall are fed by

bone-wishes of people buried there.

It is a strange curio-shop of old

people and even older wishes,

wrapped hastily by

banana-leaves, yellowing

every second.

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Lewis Mark Grimes reviews Stephen Nawotniak’s children’s book Mubu the Morph

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Charming is the first word that comes to mind. Mubu the Morph is an anthropomorphized squiggle who takes on many forms. The metaphor for our species and indeed for all sentient life is a powerful one. Treating it to color and form in a children’s book is a perfect idea. What a great way to sneak tolerance of diversity into a seemingly harmless juvenile picture book.

The creatures are endearing and lovable. At least I fell in love.

The text is a mixture of poetry and prose poetry. I was favorably reminded of Ted Geisel’s (Dr. Seuss’s) work with its absurd sing song poems that engage a huge audience. Everyone from that audience would enjoy Mubu the Morph.

Stephen Nawotniak is a formidable writing talent and illustrations by Jeffrey Scott Perdziak were arresting and memorable.

This book is a 5 Star winner and a great gift in the under 11 reader category.

Mubu the Morph can be ordered here. 

Poetry from Mahbub

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O my dear

O my dear, you are not here
birds are calling the morning awakes
soft wind blows around me
 the sun rays with glowing colours
The roses blossoming I like most
enchants me with its fragrance

O my dear, you are not here
I can hear, feel you just my bear
every time I pay heed to
in the world of silence

O my dear, though not here
every time you call me
the objects of nature beckoning
to see the glory of loving features.

Balubagan, Chapainawabganj

13/09/2015

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