Anny Ballardini (Bolzano, Italy): Three-Part Poem


I. SUMMER STORM

switching off
second listen

listen
(deeper tone

eyes closed reminiscent of
heavy ticking thunders voices cracks chillness
swirling in shivers

long trees swaying
wind moving
the water

if you let yourself be hypnotized
eyes staring at leaves
two by two one on the other gushing into
green fishes wheezing
their voices swimming in the space
once ocean

lulled by sound
whispered vision

if at night
new shapes shearing horizons

atemporal state
suspension

when hands are hands
and you enter your feet


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II. WHEN GOD-STORM HIT & FECUNDATED EARTH


Lightning brought knowledge of forms
Senses awoke

listen
(infinitesimal tone

Coaticlue closed her eyes
Thunder voiced cracking in chillness
breaking apart walls of clouds

long rain freed
breathing atoms
into cold water

as if hypnotized
myriads of new eyes staring
two by two…
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III. ELECTRIC STATE ENERGETIC

light slicing thick polluted cells
zigzagging through

looped
(change tone

sight renewed
crash ‘n cold in waves
amplifying

freed new cells
rotating atoms
saturated with water

hypnotized
by ever-changing projected
Rorschach tests
beat at intervals of seconds, thirds, fourths, and fifths
liquid acoustic space
once ocean

sound
vision

at night
black on black

atemporal state
suspension

inside
breathing

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Andrew Lundwall (Wisconsin, USA): Four Poems

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the el diablo outhouses
of the village
blast reggae tonight
as the silent man strangles
the sidewalk intoxicated

SOPHIE

sophie’s hands
reload my shadow
rewind my window
stoned in the afterglow
of a blue leopard’s eyes
soggy like so many moons
as bourbon babies emerge
from dated floral curtains
of next door bakery
bubbling doughy
unknowing
and across the street
groaning metallic
gruntworkers
wasted apostolic
black out beneath
the yellow flowing
midnight robe of
a meth-addicted monk

LAWN FLAMINGOS

my sister’s prophesies
usher in the gray rains
of coming circumcised autumn
in pornographic prayer
as the blood flower
of her boyfriend’s shadowy polaroid
sets fire to abandoned mattresses
of wilderness crashes a golf cart
into oblivion

lawn flamingos cringe

WHISTLER

the blind hands
of august weary
of strangling stars
fall into the graffiti
of her moist lap

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