Tag Archives: Martha Landman

Some Girls

            Inspired by Jewel Kilcher Some really know their girls but don’t count me in It takes a long time for envy to skin a man Not everyone likes a prince naked or women without secrets indulging in run-down galleries and … Continue reading

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Call for Submission of Love Poems

            And like the murmur of a dream,             I heard her breathe my name.                         Samuel Taylor Coleridge Allured by the prize money, I considered answering the call for submission of love poems; but I knew our love is not for sale, … Continue reading

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Wisdom Sonnet

            for Peter Racing horses beat fidelity all over a rock-and-roll man. There is you, there is me and that makes for two in Mathematics when a delicious man cooks his world in Thai. Your family celebrates a royal birth seven … Continue reading

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Writing Secrets

A psychotherapist shouldn’t be writing novels sipping one coffee after the other when dogs are fed and children in bed, she may do better breathing in the sweet smell of the Yesterday- Today-and-Tomorrow caressing the night air, dreaming Brazilian dreams … Continue reading

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The World’s Best Poet

A tired smile meets the alcohol on his breath the world’s best poet bicycles &nbsp           past the abandoned station Indian dust nonchalantly   /   lazily loiters on his tatty shoes The poet, coerced by curiosity, shakes the sun out of … Continue reading

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Sunday Nostalgia

            These thoughts carry me as faithfully as Susi and Chuma carried Livingstone’s             mummified corpse through Africa.                         – Tomas Tranströmer 365 days of the year less 19 poems I wrote on leap day in my childhood country’s Levubu valley banana plantations … Continue reading

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A Cutting Sadist

The mirror tells me it’s time for a cut and patiently waits another three days before yelling go cut your hair two days later I draw the line and sit for a cut dragging my feet knowing the sadistic nature … Continue reading

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