Dear Folks,
at the Ramingo we are quite busy with real life stuff so we are not able to publish any kind of content you submitted in the past or you want to submit in the future. Nothing worring, we’ll be back one of these days. Meanwhile, keep reading contents we already published. There’s a lot of great poems and short stories on our pages.
Sorry again for the disease but we are sure you’ll understand it.
Keep writing folks!
The Ramingo Staff
It’s a real honor and privilege for us to publish the first chapters of the upcoming novel by John D. Robinson. He is well known for his works published on various magazines all around the world (we previously published his poems here), and for his last collection of poems “Always More”. Joseph Ridgwell, author of Burrito Deluxe wrote about Robinson’s work: “these are survivor poems, battle scarred verse that hits the soul and assaults the frontal lobe. Here is a poet who has lived several lives and emerged on the other side intact”.
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Oh No, Not Another Nature Poem!
What more is there to say.
The hills are hilly
the grass is grassy
and still inexplicable
as in Whitman’s day.
Leaves lie like litter, individual as snowflakes
each a jagged, textual miracle,
woven, a brown blanket
future fertilizer
for new leaves of grass.
Occasional birds twitter
a snatch of song
a suite
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Anything You Want
You can have anything you want,
the clouds are mine and so is the rain.
I will take the lightning and the thunder
that scares the horses.
The clear blue skies are yours as
well as the polluted rivers and streams
I have no use for. You can have anything,
but not the rain.
Leave those clouds to me, so gloomy and
grey. Those raindrops are all mine.
The fortune in every bank
you can keep, but not the rain.
You can have the heavens above,
just get off of my cloud. There is
nothing else I want, but the clouds
and the rain are all mine.
Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His most recent book, Make the Water Laugh, will be published in 2021 by Rogue Wolf Press. His poems have appeared in Ariel Chart, Blue Collar Review, 1870, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Webzine.
BLUFFS RUN
her old man was scary
he looked like a tough guy
a possible mafioso
he wore a ring on his pinky
and went to the dog track
every Wednesday
to bet on the greyhounds
he left her home alone
and she invited me over to
listen to music and
for unprotected sex
such a teenage delight
Wednesdays became my
favourite day of the week
I remember her bedroom
walls festooned with
Absolut adverts
ripped from the pages
of fashion magazines
she was younger than me
but also much faster
sadly these Wednesdays
couldn’t last forever
her family moved to Florida
but the dogs kept chasing
the mechanical rabbit
around the track
and in many ways, so did I
J. Archer Avary (he/him) is a former TV journalist. His writing has appeared in Riot Act Mag, Burnt Breakfast Mag, Under the Bleachers, Horse Egg Literary, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, The Beatnik Cowboy, Green Ink Poetry, and Potato Soup Journal. He lives on a tiny island in the English Channel. Twitter: @j_archer_avary
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