The Ramingo’s Porch – “A Piece of Man” And Other Poems By Michael H. Brownstein

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A PIECE OF MAN

His thin face consternation
peeled back into anguish.
The air cruel, the wind,
a lack of sunlight, but no clouds,
the sky gray blue/blue gray.
He is too thin, too straight,
sickness inside cheeks and eyes.
Cold seeps into all things,
a cold moisture of mold and distrust,
everywhere a browning of grass. Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Rotator Cuff Repair Blues” & “Drunk all the time” by Michael Estabrook

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Rotator Cuff Repair Blues

Thanks for checking in
the shoulder thing has been a long grind I do not
recommend
breaking your shoulder any time soon
and for any reason
Monday I check-in with the surgeon
see if I can do away with the sling and stop sleeping in the recliner Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Cetacean” And Other Poems By Jack D. Harvey

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Cetacean

A whale, his spiraling
tail whacks waves
to white spritz;
slowly he moves and feeds;
plangent down he weaves,
comes up like a gentle reef;
water breaks around
before behind
his glorious weight;
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The Ramingo’s Porch – Five Poems By Pete Donohue

Ramingo Unknown Author's Immage

insect or guru

as the sunny
six bells ring
in the groggy
distance
i remember
this life i have
inherited
& dread
the morning move
from supine
to upright
when tubercular Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “Trimmings” and “Muggles” Two Poems By Bryn Fortey

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TRIMMINGS

New York
Late 40s
Maybe Harlem
Charlie Parker and Miles Davis
Shared a cab

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The Ramingo’s Porch – “Home is a Subjective Noun” a poem By James Dennis Casey IV

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Home is a Subjective Noun


wearing remains
of wasted days
losing myself
to the heart
of hearts
in bad
company Continua a leggere

The Ramingo’s Porch – “zombies of the metropolis” And Another Poem By Sudeep Adhikari

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zombies of the metropolis

i walked through her smelly
alleys, most of the time looking for nothing-
through her dilapidated overhead bridges

that always smelled of piss
where the street kids were lying half-dead- Continua a leggere