tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401Thu, 10 May 2012 04:40:44 +0000Uma GowrishankarAleathia DrehmerWilliam Taylor JrGrace QuantockAudrey DimolaAlan S. KleimanMiriam MatzederTammy Foster BrewerRobert Lee BrewerZach FishelRiley NisbetSusannah ConwayThe BeginningJulia FehrenbacherFreebiesAmanda OaksGregory LuceJessica DawsonBethany AndersonMichael ConleyHeather BellClaire AskewPoetryJohn DorseyRebecca SchumejdaEllie DiBooksJason Neesea hot-blooded storybook of the mind's eyehttp://www.wordsdance.com/noreply@blogger.com (Amanda)Blogger35125WordsDancehttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-2453171181438479644Wed, 02 May 2012 11:57:00 +00002012-05-02T07:57:42.239-04:00Bethany AndersonPoetry p.padding {padding-left:2cm;} 102/365 - springtime under the oaks by jypsygen Because We Are Too Many It’s not necessary, he said. We don’t need that in our lives. And he closed the door of the car, Imprints of pollen, Yellow finger tips. Inside the leather sweated, Skin sticking to the seat. Outside there is no air, Just suffocating heat. What makes you think, That it’s ‘something we http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/05/because-we-are-too-many-by-bethany.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-6559685606476092354Wed, 25 Apr 2012 12:20:00 +00002012-04-25T08:20:00.522-04:00 p.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Embedded Shell by cjohnlang Mithyā* I collect the debris in the hem of my skirt: stones, glass, clay - they fit into my frame. Stones go to make the spine, one below the other like the cobbled path in the garden; ash settles in the crevices, blown from the sea; smoke like clouds fills the nose and eyes; desires crumble, turn powder in my hands. Then the http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/04/mithya-by-uma-gowrishankar.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-3971971393946615053Tue, 17 Apr 2012 14:00:00 +00002012-04-17T10:00:08.694-04:00Amanda OaksPoetry photo by Amanda Oaks You can listen to this poem here: Or click here to listen or right click, save as to download the MP3. p.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Creative Joy Creative Joy 
is finding poetry
 in everything twisting the words 
to carry vision, to
 evoke a sense
 of feeling in your 
gut, the plumbing up 
of goose bumps on 
your skin watching, the way 
the wind flirts with 
the grasshttp://www.wordsdance.com/2012/04/creative-joy-by-amanda-oaks.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-8602943254948875625Thu, 05 Apr 2012 13:00:00 +00002012-04-05T09:00:21.451-04:00PoetryClaire Askewp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} help i'm alive by ashley rose, Sadness "Your sadness has no / lips, nothing to press against my / sadness." - Heather Bell You walk in and I can see you're defeated -- with every sexy angle smoothed away you're cold and sad as a paperweight. You've tried to hide behind a clean shirt and scent that clings like ink to my hands, keeps me awake for hours, but I can http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/04/sadness-by-claire-askew.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-765489441103362704Wed, 04 Apr 2012 13:00:00 +00002012-04-04T09:00:07.269-04:00Amanda OaksPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} her hands by McBeth Nan how quaint that your eyes rest over puffed-out pedestals made just for the weight of all you’ve seen, my fingers skate through your hair, wet, complicated like tarnished silver tangled in the dim light of the moon, age spots, rusted raisins ironed out like a daydream you dove into too many times, draining it of meaning drying your http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/04/nan-by-amanda-oaks.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-4597843781549071535Tue, 03 Apr 2012 11:43:00 +00002012-04-03T09:13:49.083-04:00Michael ConleyPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} knob by chloeloe A Gentle Censure From My Lover, The Librarian Maybe if you just read more books you wouldn’t be so damn miserable all the time she said which I didn’t get because all I ever do is read books, was in fact reading a book when she said it, resting it on flat palms the way I imagine I would hold a communion wafer or baby bird if I were religious or a http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/04/gentle-censure-from-my-lover-librarian.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-5490673270568748971Mon, 02 Apr 2012 13:00:00 +00002012-04-02T09:00:06.467-04:00Zach FishelPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Shalechet IV by Jose Téllez Screaming Silence No spaces between teeth The aftermath of forgotten tribulations A monastic principle taught, authorized, and believed. I want to forget, minutes waving like leaves in a short-lived October. The blowing piebald in my vision as I contemplate death, or life as things fall to the ground crashing but finally, speaking. http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/04/screaming-silence-by-zach-fishel.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-6742842742491255591Fri, 30 Mar 2012 13:00:00 +00002012-03-30T09:00:17.379-04:00Miriam MatzederPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Hoofin' It, originally uploaded by Katford. all hooves and diligence no matter my stillness, i am always awake with loving him: the blood, ephedrine, the purposeful breaths; where horses go unbridled and race to their deaths; all hooves and diligence, steam rising from their bodies.                 - Miriam Matzeder Miriam Matzeder is from Kansas City, http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/03/all-hooves-and-diligence-by-miriam.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-5669632308193638794Thu, 29 Mar 2012 13:00:00 +00002012-03-29T09:00:03.677-04:00Alan S. KleimanPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Cropgirl 2 by Mait Jüriado What Tales The old barn captured in a sunny day-light print the years of stories mere hints. The tires in the loft four summers, one snow the spare? Folks must have left in winter snow treads still mounted Heading north out of town. The summer treads could stay like bathing suits in January who could imagine a need? Hey, were those http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/03/what-tales-by-alan-s-kleiman.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-2486499890794579124Wed, 28 Mar 2012 13:00:00 +00002012-03-28T09:00:21.651-04:00Uma GowrishankarPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Whiteground Petals by kpishdadi Laced With Silver Under the branches of crape myrtle I spread a carpet, flowers slid into dark corners when I was kissed the first time.                                                                                     I turned away. Amethyst is the colour I remember of the evening thick with http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/03/laced-with-silver-by-uma-gowrishankar.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-3290283960825385742Tue, 27 Mar 2012 11:52:00 +00002012-03-27T07:52:03.339-04:00Amanda OaksPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Strip Mining Coal by rbglasson someday, ginger lining jars of blackberry jelly next to the greens beans, beads of sweat strung above our lips, the clang of boiled jars over the stove, seeds stuck between our teeth, berry- bruised fingernails, kittens nursing in a box at our feet, every summer since i was ten, a new litter, his ghost pokes the sun drying our http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/03/someday-ginger-by-amanda-oaks.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-8383092525020262770Mon, 26 Mar 2012 11:45:00 +00002012-03-26T07:45:11.471-04:00PoetryClaire Askewp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} may2010 015 by Navaboo The Typist We worked together – two of two-dozen in a warehouse of noise. My fingertips were black and slick with carbon film but swift and deft – in those days I could fill a page in four minutes dead. He fitted tapes and fixed machines hot and ink-smeared to the wrist; drank what dreams he'd had each night and sat all day amid the stinkhttp://www.wordsdance.com/2012/03/typist-by-claire-askew.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-2957884550036963292Mon, 12 Mar 2012 12:46:00 +00002012-03-12T08:46:23.621-04:00Grace QuantockPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} This is what summer tastes like by Indy Charlie I wish... I wish you star-shot nights. Fevered limbs spangled with the glory of your dreams. I wish you sunflowers and glitter. May you live to grow creaky and see the trees bend. I pray for peony petals for you, for sweet williams, blushing tints. For bridal gowns, dress up and ropes of pearls. I wish you an open http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/03/i-wish-by-grace-quantock.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-2056328197773178281Fri, 24 Feb 2012 14:15:00 +00002012-02-24T09:15:15.616-05:00PoetryJohn Dorseyp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Uskebasi by Remo Cassella volcano etiquette make a muscle to prove a point. sing as loud as you like in your native tongue, really, it’s fine. nobody ever said dr. doom was a villanelle. if a tree falls in the woods help it up. academia is its own status mountain. dance with your shadow. leave bread crumbs for the sun. given enough time we all learn how http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/02/volcano-etiquette-by-john-dorsey.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-938342821137225864Wed, 22 Feb 2012 14:26:00 +00002012-02-22T09:26:33.218-05:00Amanda OaksPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} IMG_7890 - life though a tan tinted window by Mr Jon Ardern Esq. vishnu: the train ride to you the susquehanna
 slipping away
 from my view, 
the collapse 
& swell, you
 
 hold that element 
of danger like 
an abandoned baby 
stroller, ginger 
 pine needles stuck 
 in its wheels, you bend my body to
 a smooth conch 
 shell, warm breath 
softening my interior http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/02/vishnu-train-ride-to-you-by-amanda-oaks.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-5088573822575406799Thu, 16 Feb 2012 12:39:00 +00002012-02-16T07:39:50.435-05:00Riley NisbetPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} the muse by sternenrauschen across the room I saw you in a flower dress and I wondered where the other summer clothes hung in the closet during cold months like February something happened between us and we wound up lying beside each other as I read to you O’Hara, Williams, Roethke, and one by Creely; and while Bon Iver played through the speakers my mind wanderedhttp://www.wordsdance.com/2012/02/across-room-by-riley-nisbet.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-2630256818038865584Mon, 06 Feb 2012 12:26:00 +00002012-02-06T11:02:20.315-05:00Audrey DimolaPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Butterfly's Side by Janielle Beh transfiguration there is a purpose cracking open inside of me in the squint of the sun the rumble of tires on road the electric sheen of the river in the morning with city from end to end - this glimpse of the green in the gray - ephemeral spirit of spring, it tells me - you will not lose yourself to this season. and if you do it http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/02/transfiguration-by-audrey-dimola.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-1031213003004776798Fri, 03 Feb 2012 15:53:00 +00002012-02-04T00:58:41.034-05:00BooksAmanda Oaks Reviews below! The poems in Cohabitation whisper to you like an old song playing on the kitchen radio. They make you stop what you're doing and remember what love feels like -- every exciting and aching bit of it. Amanda Oaks pulls our hearts on a journey where love begins "like a million linked stars/pulsating, close to death" and reminds us that love is something we grow into and wear http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/02/cohabitation-by-amanda-oaks.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-9075765150651406821Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:15:00 +00002012-01-31T08:15:23.608-05:00Julia FehrenbacherPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Ine holds the sun by woutmertensTHE LIGHT In this patch of sunlight she writes and wants and waits for something that will not come. Steam rises from the cold, wet grass a single droplet lets go of the oak leaf. It does not matter what happened yesterday or even a moment ago The trees do not remember. They do not wait either, as she does now. They know this full http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/01/light-by-julia-fehrenbacher.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-1460946345655431497Mon, 30 Jan 2012 13:58:00 +00002012-01-30T08:58:13.150-05:00Ellie DiPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} rita by meghannashJust Drive Get in the car, drive my love to work. Pulling away from the curb, I'm suddenly drenched in the need to just drive. It soaks through to my marrow. The rising sun reveals the bruises of the sky, heavy with waiting autumn rain and crisping the air to that scent and temperature I've always found exhilarating. The battered and dirty skylinehttp://www.wordsdance.com/2012/01/just-drive-by-ellie-di.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-6178567141026456327Fri, 27 Jan 2012 15:03:00 +00002012-01-27T10:03:44.726-05:00William Taylor JrPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} carry that weight by greg.turner Something Other Than Death We wake each day to all the little things that kill us bit by bit and we take it as best we can. We have little choice, really, other than giving in. I suppose the trick is to convince ourselves we are working towards something other than death. We have to believe it, at least a bit, in orderhttp://www.wordsdance.com/2012/01/something-other-than-death-by-william.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-3118425648845304363Thu, 26 Jan 2012 14:39:00 +00002012-01-26T09:43:19.983-05:00Gregory LucePoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} Razors edge 01 by settme3 Cold Water Morning No hot water on this cold morning so I rinse my body and hair lightly, warm a pan of water on the stove to shave, scrape the razor down my cheeks and gently move it over my throat, the tenderness I give my skin that I deny my heart.                 - Gregory Luce Gregory Luce is the author of the chapbooks Signs ofhttp://www.wordsdance.com/2012/01/cold-water-morning-by-gregory-luce.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-4389463188912562111Tue, 24 Jan 2012 12:31:00 +00002012-01-24T07:31:03.820-05:00Amanda OaksPoetryp.padding {padding-left:2cm;} softening by Amanda Oaks learning by heart some silences are drawn out like icicles red skin, a heart magnified under the weight after a whiteout of words leaves us paralyzed blossoms retract back into themselves waiting for the sun— love, to relight the dark sky, to soften the slippery shell, we knock & knock & knock on until we remember that the http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/01/learning-by-heart-by-amanda-oaks.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-1523345302439989321Mon, 23 Jan 2012 13:00:00 +00002012-01-23T08:00:09.068-05:00Aleathia DrehmerPoetry The_Morning_After by J.C. Rojas This is a beautiful line "we all need to feel like a bird on fire" he whispered into the crook of her knee inhaling the perfumed skin she was reborn with—smoky and full of flamed earth. he traced the universe on the back of her leg, watched her ribs float and stutter when a super nova started to form, spreading out like the fire that brought her to him. shehttp://www.wordsdance.com/2012/01/this-is-beautiful-line-by-aleathia.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1217705042929822401.post-4180359800875529472Fri, 20 Jan 2012 13:00:00 +00002012-01-20T08:00:04.769-05:00Robert Lee BrewerPoetry Paper Cranes [30/07/09] by KayVee.INC you origami me fold me into animal shapes and hold me like paper you don't want to tear. i've been here before. i've waited like money and spent myself evenly across your accounts of love. the time has come for our withdrawal into the pleasures of night, these simple transfers and deposits, these points of interest. fold me as you will and hold me longer http://www.wordsdance.com/2012/01/you-origami-me-by-robert-lee-brewer.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Amanda)3