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Picking up that gauntlet
Mark Drago kicks off the JSTOR Poetry Challenge with his raven poem.
Posted by: Chris Clarke
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Shamans As Neurotics
Shake that rattle, Joseph Campbell—
icaros compact disk!
Our mescaline trances
co-opted as dances,
Axis Mundi a fab wine bar:
now ten percent necromancing,
ninety performance art.
The jaguar mumbles,
tapir to doze stumbles,
his ankles crossed like tired Lab.
Last week’s favored pour a pinot—
Vine of the Very Dead.
By: By JMartin on 2008 04 11
Cryptic Fen Productions presents:
The White-Necked Raven,
In steel hulls sang;
“Aishi of Norway
my brave, bold few,
out in the Deep
shall forge futures anew”
But few futures are pretty,
and this one was grim,
for few could have guessed
the new men that Union would bring.
These cold eyed crews,
and the taped fed children did fly,
‘tween lone stations and mass
where in near-C battle many would die.
For the Company Fleet,
cruel vaned monsters all,
Did fight for illusions
and the Company’s Rules.
But unknownst to Mazian,
Union, Stations or ships
the Company itself
decided to renege on its bets…
By: By R. Mildred on 2008 04 12
Brown-blotch’d
Rear-fang’d
Cat-eyed, her pupil a vertical slit
By day she hides
A silent, nocturnal hunter…of what?
By: By Sven DiMilo on 2008 04 13
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