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Category Archives: Poetry
Porch Step Twelve-Bar Blues
Some nights the blues just keep on comin’ and all you can do is strum that guitar hummin’ some twelve-bar three-chord tune about a moonstruck mama or a gamblin’ man or your damn empty wallet and you wail it to … Continue reading
Rising
Scouring Google Earth, for a village long ago swallowed by the city, I find a gray and lifeless compound menacingly silent to the camera. How what appears to be an industrial slum can be as impenetrable as time. How we … Continue reading
The View from the Road
The view from the road goes by in a flash even as the view of the town inches by. The miles blur like a photo mishmash. The years tick-tock as they multiply. Above the shabby farm town, forgotten and lonely, … Continue reading
At Highway Speed
At the border between Mass & NY there are billboards reminding us there is injustice in the world that turns people into vagabonds & wretches for the curve of their faces, the mishmash of their shades, that blind justice is … Continue reading
Snow
Each silence you hear is lost in history. Each sound is dead like the fish you ate When animals were just inventing wine. Children laugh like butterflies devoured by squirrels in the snow. Ivan Peledov is a poet now living … Continue reading
Home
Aliens are playing with rabbits on the roof And the tap water has iridescent holes the size of my head. No one is able to steal the Sun. The house as a whole is real and hot like an awkward … Continue reading
Vowels
Aren’t you tired of speaking the language of forgotten wars and vacated prisons where raccoons and coyotes celebrate their birthdays for centuries? Any word they say ends with a thousand vowels. Ivan Peledov is a poet now living in Colorado. … Continue reading
