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October 01, 2007 01:56 PM EDT --   OCTOBER IS CROWDED WITH CATS   October is crowded with cats They eat grass after they've been poisoned with summer Under dry leaves the last of it grows green A cat sits in . . . more
December 08, 2007 03:28 PM EST --   TRUNCATED SONNET TO A CHOPPED OFF HEAD   When your head is chopped off, how long do you live far from your lungs, there is still air in your brain for a few minutes, maybe, . . . more
December 14, 2007 11:29 AM EST --   FALLOW DEER, FOREST BIRD   Fallow deer, quick beast, nibble in fear . . . more
SNOW ( a poem)
by Peter Joseph Swanson
views: 66 | rating: 10 | comments: 25
December 18, 2007 05:39 PM EST --   SNOW   He sits at his expensive guitar but won't play, he doesn't want to make any noise. He forgot his car, he won't drive, he doesn't want to get . . . more
December 20, 2007 03:52 PM EST -- HOW CLICHÉ   The rocking chair rocked all by itself (I always like it when that happens - not only is there comfort in the routine of ghosts but there . . . more
March 04, 2008 10:41 AM EST --     APROPOS AND APPOSITE   I am irritating, it's an uncomfortable fact I deny. I am provincial, but I will establish myself with my suit. I am educated, but . . . more
March 06, 2008 07:36 PM EST --   MONKEY CHESS   Monkey chess at the witch's house we sit and sip and stare The tea is hot, the game unique and we try to wait out our player The wasp moves . . . more
April 24, 2008 05:58 PM EDT --   SPOOK HOUSE   my older brothers bent over backwards and most earnestly goaded me to jump out of the moving spook house car if I wanted to really see something . . . more
May 14, 2008 09:48 AM EDT --   MAY IS CROWDED WITH CATS   The swallows see them emerging from under hay bales. A dozen kittens look so cute you could weep at them. But there are too many barn cats for . . . more
May 14, 2008 01:06 PM EDT --   ISIS AS CHILD AT RIVER   My star has fallen from the sky the star that I'd chosen to pray to. Has it done this just to terrify and leave me wanting to die, . . . more
June 02, 2007 12:28 PM EDT -- Tea on the tombstone Crumbs in your hair The blanket crushes chopped down grass Scones are piled with care You don’t drink You don’t eat You just watch and smile Until I put you Back . . . more
A Poem about ISIS
by Peter Joseph Swanson
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May 02, 2007 11:41 AM EDT -- ISIS AS CHILD AT RIVER My star has fallen from the sky the star that I'd chosen to pray to. Has it done this just to terrify and leave me wanting to die, too. The sky is high and far away the . . . more
December 11, 2007 04:34 PM EST --   THIRST VANISHES   aged abandoned, stripped to black hovel poems are not read unless brave who wants it, thirst is not quenched and poems should read like a Ray . . . more
May 29, 2008 02:05 PM EDT -- You can name more than one, since it's so hard to decide.  If you don't know any Gather poets you should join up with some Gather poetry groups and TRY to remember to pop in there from time . . . more
June 08, 2008 04:12 PM EDT --   MOTHER OF RELIGION In Egypt where the country is green at the banks of the cool serene water there was a time when wisdom was gleaned from an act of messy manslaughter. . . . more
June 12, 2008 06:50 PM EDT -- MONKEY CHESS   Monkey chess at the witch's house we sit and sip and stare The tea is hot, the game unique and we try to wait out our player The wasp . . . more
June 28, 2008 06:30 PM EDT --   THE TALE OF THE VINE   The vine climbed the drain It wanted to hear the man play Bach The man finally died of old age The vine, it stayed, and the stone silence . . . more
August 08, 2008 01:24 PM EDT --   TRUNCATED SONNET TO A CHOPPED OFF HEAD   When your head is chopped off, how long do you live far from your lungs, there is still air in your brain for a few minutes, maybe, . . . more
September 10, 2008 06:20 PM EDT --   THE DISTORTIONS   The coffee table became oddly distorted Although it had been made out of good marble And shouldn't do too much at all The patriarch looked at . . . more
October 07, 2008 06:51 PM EDT --   BAD PATCH   The yellow leaves are blowing over the dead body. The dead body breathes.   The dead body chews leaves. The pulse is as dry as strings in the air. . . . more
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