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Deep TissueMagazine
Issue 11
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Duane Locke
AT ALBERGO MILANO BETWEEN MILAN AND PIAVE
A tremor
In twilight azure, a turn to turquoise, then
Gray air erases blues.
An albino deer’s skin altered by an evening sinking sun’s mixed
Scarlet and crimson, but silver-edged
By the sky’s sleight of hand.
The deer’s tongue tip stirs the pond
Into parallel sword blade shapes, dark streaks,
Resembling a music staff waiting
Waiting for a feathered pen to write notes,
on staff of blades, shapes designed to cut, hurt, turned into
A foundation for future music
By a perception enhanced by the temporary touch of my fingers
On the contours of her one leg,
The one leg of my one-legged lover,
The wine glass.
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INSIDE MY BODY WITH IT BRAIN
A BILLION ACTIONS ARE TAKING PLACE
My brain is bivouacked with armies,
Some volunteered, others were drafted,
Instead of rifles, synapses are fired,
Some kill, some bullets gave birth.
Tonight, the anonymous voice on the phone informed
She, the fantasy I loved, had tried to commit suicide,
Failed. The commentaries revealed
My past perceptions of her were my misinterpretations
It was like finding a love poem
Written with ardent passion was written about a fiction,
And not what I believed I was writing about.
Something else existed than that to what I responded.
Neural sealed doors were covertly opened. Now
The apparitions that evaporated, although as
An alive being it never existed, was only an invention by alchemist
Of loneliness, no longer spoke in my perception
To dilute and destroy Burton and melancholy. So I saw myself
As a pine ,like the pine of childhood by the highway.
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The pine was hewed for turpentine, its skin
Was hacked off with an axe, scraped to let it words
Drip down into a rectangular zinc cup. Sent
To a refinery to be scrubbed and bottled for exploitation.
I looked at the empty bottles that filled my bookcases,
Wondering what their contents was distorted into when used.
ETUDES
Etudes came from wood--tall, thick, segmented bamboo stalks
Pushed by wind, scraped together to play an oriental trance music,
A music that momentarily blotted out human false norms,
False memes, false mores.
Down in a wild iris purpled black bog, a mother quail followed
By five bright chicks.
Flying sand hill crane tinted vermilion by flying through
The sun-warmed blood of the wind.
Pan had lost his pipes,
So he accompanied the music
By playing a bassoon made of balsa wood.
Pan excited the now wild freed pigs
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And the pigs grunts accompanied as a chorus.
The pig’s ancestors had escaped fr om a Spanish ship
That had docked at this location
To steal young girls for European bordellos.
SORROWS
Sorrows are never hermits, never solitary,
But growl in packs like wolves,
Sorrows are ordered not haphazard like our thirst,
Or other desires,
Sorrows maintain social cohesion
By teeth snapping.
The order of our life whether in Appalachia
And its Autumn multicolored arches of dying leaves,
Or in Key West as the sway is watched
Of sea urchin spires are arranged by losses.
All else seems aleatory, like a thirty story
Building with its chromium steeple appearing
Surrounded with a purple-lavender-gray halos.
Sorrows, that started with a singular and soon
Duplicate a difference from their origin, and then
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Another to form a varied pack that occupies
An extent of space tonight on the black faux
Leather sofa and each has, being conformists,
Red beads hanging limp on their throats,
The beads has the red of shell-cracked- opened
Bay tree seeds fallen on a sidewalk to rot.
RUINS
When I came back from Rome, I brought back
A photograph, a photograph of ruins on the Forum,
Photographs of white marble chips scattered,
Partially buried in dark brown Italian earth.
The chips if arranged as in the original seemed
To represent something I had lost. I put all
Photographs of ruins on one of my walls.
Some of the scraps were unrecognizable,
But others were not. On was shaped like a lower arm,
Exquisitely lust-exciting, but her elbow was missing.
There was a wrist, but no lower arm, no hand
That could fold and touch.
Fingers, but the fingertips were gone, only knuckles left.
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My mind tried to construct these fragments
Into something familiar, her shape, but I saw
I could not. I saw the past could not be recovered
From the ruins, I could not turn this present
Photographs into something coherent, or
An illusion of something seemingly present. Why, I wondered.
Then I recognized the cause of my failure,
I had no original, no past, to use as a model.
Our real extended relationship was as obscure to me as to what
These fragments if united into their original meant
When they represented an obscure fiction to the Roman mind.
Biographical Note:
Duane Locke lives in Tampa, Florida, has had 6,601 poems published in print magazines
And e zines. Nation, American Poetry Review, Counter-Example Poetics, etc.
His last four books 2009-10 are: Yang Chu’s Poems 376pp, Crossing Chaos( Canada--
Order: Amazon), Voices from Grave, 40pp., erbacce, England, Soliloquies from
A High Wall Cemetery, Differentia Press, California; A Marble Nude Pauline Borghese
With a Marble Apple in her Marble hand, 53pp.,Scars publications.
He has been awarded the Edna St. Vincent Millay Poetry Prize, Charles Agnoff award,
Poetry Society’s Walt Whitman award, DeKalb award for best poem, and a Swiss award
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For best poem written on Europe.
Also is a painter. His paintings, quasi 300, on sale at Lisa Stone Arts,
290 Parrulli Drive, Olmond Beach, FL, 3217--www.lisastonearts.com .
A photographer, both nature and surphotography, many exhibitions, has done over
30 poetry book covers. Blaze Vox has recently published 40 of his SurPhotos in a book
Poetic Imprints: Responses to the Art of Duane Locke.
For more information, click Duane Locke on Google, or see Who’s Who in America
(Marquis.) Has over a million entries on search engines.
Comments:
Constance Stadler on Voices: “For those who intimately know Locke’s work this
In not surprising from the pen of the greatest living poet extant.”
Hugh Fox on Yang Chu’s Poems: “…reinvents Zen meditativeness that turns everything
Out there beyond civilization into the sacred.”
From Bitter Oleander Press Catalogue: “Locke…one of the most incredible poets and
Minds of the 20thand 21
stcenturies.
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Kushal Poddar
Just Your Lucky Flood
The spring birds opt today for stealing the strings and pegs;
A babbler flies off with your hope pearls in a slow motion.
Then strings of hope build the nests.
Today you repaint your ribs and dip the brushes into cold turpentine;
a drought ends its run; now flood time, indistinct stream,
you feel good yet remote, submerged.
But today, the day of nesting, a string stolen represents a string remembered;
you know they started the rescue mission.
You watch sun bubbles just above your face, vague yet rainbowish.
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Planning with the water
No rest on a day off.
I bring my thirst to the water;
take the water off the faucet;
tell the wetness I planned a summery celebration,
a summer holiday.
Then I fall asleep over my piled promises.
The TV set stays awake; hums about blood, war, feud
distant than my thirst dreaming me carrying it to the water,
telling the water about a celebration in future.
Even future remains nearer
than the news on a rest day.
Watery
The water drops off the faulty faucet,
its sovereignty of fall short lived,
freedom lying in its uncoagulation,
union with a greater body.
I watch the kois you kept in a tub
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too shallow for their survival.
The fish searches the bottom
for something more than the food we threw in.
The water circles its initial place of fall;
then more circles circle the first one.
Your kois rise up to break them.
Now calm, the water exists in all and one.
The fish outlive our friendship;
later we meet at a water conservation seminar;
you lie, you liberated the fish last July
when flood entered your premise
and I lived beyond memory.
I dream their union with a perfect shoal
surviving our defeats.
Death’s umbrella flying
My uncle keeps death waiting
outside in the rain;
poor death forgot his umbrella.
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The breeze brings the whiff of manure.
I feel vigorous, useful.
You can smash me right now; put me in the soil.
A floating umbrella goes.
Death suffers from dualism.
The dutiful trees get wet at distance.
The town’s heart moved away from this place.
The town still grows on; my uncle travels it all
from his sickbed.
We drink some flame; watch the coughing death;
rain renders a washerwoman effect to its skin.
We wait.
The next gush of wind may take either him or our uncle away.
Kushal Poddar (1977- ) resides in the city of Kolkata, India. Apart from poetries, he has writtenfictions and scripts for television mini-series as well.
His English poetries have been published in the online and print magazines all over the world. He
is the author of “All Our Fictional Dreams” and been published in “Poor Poet’s Pantry: CollaborativePoems”. The forthcoming book is “Surviving Cyber Life”.
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Dawn Kilby
Transparent Covers
In the midnight hourI look for youI find you
beneath the covers
looking for me
He, I am
I am not
a misborn
though unplanned I came.
I have a father.
He, within me,
plays my existence
with His eternal fiddles.
A misborn I am notUniversally
I am my father and mother
He, within me,
is God.
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Untitled
Rainy days break my knees.
Tell it to the trees
For they can seeThe tears between you and me.
Come what may,Time knows not today.
Tomorrow speaks of past
While future's play is 'ready cast!
Shady Masks
People come
People go
Piety does not show
on the Faces
of those who claim to BeChristians
Be Free
Live not
in a glass cage.
Have not any rage;break
the mirror
with your spirit.Have much merit
and be free.
Dawn Kilby (1976-) was born in Bad Cannstatt, Stuttgart,
Germany; raised in the United States.
She has been published in the book “Poor Poet’s Pantry:
Collaborative Poems”, "Word Salad Poetry Magazine: Summer Edition" and "Word Salad Poetry
Magazine: Winter Edition".
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Felino A. Soriano
from Divaricated, Spatial Aggregates
51.
Impulse of reactionary thorns a
tongue response reciprocates
anvil angles of impressionable
altered emotion. Objects and algorithms
combine in meshed forays
disciplining watchers’ octagonal
glares, character pupils mirror
flesh on flamed reprise
reflectional nuances collocating
response and methodological
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remorse▪
52.
Of things, like-things abrasive. Confined
roles
societal
predication
reliant generational histories
spatial deterioration you-them finalizing
modal
truncation of original systematic honoring, relaying
hope as transgressional armor
gauged by gazing absence
physiognomy’s function into fiction’s concluded
parody of dementia (as youth’s escaping elemental pellucidity) ▪
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piano in cursive expression; signaled articulation
motive rhythms removed clarity, abstract funnels of diluted angles;
certain grace, sustained gratification; polluted images blackened blurs
woven-wearing
eyes of glittered concepts
steel
silvery
silence of a shadow’s ornate degree of flattened perfection▪
54.
Alabaster warranty
expiration April’s elongated entrance burgeon of humid
mouths, yawning. Garden silhouettes
partaking birth from seeded wombs
restructuring scent in dialectical
manifestations. Pale of dying
melt on concrete’s varied veins, opening
structure of skeletal healing, absolute
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temporal ease, temporary mesh of quarterly
reinventions▪
55.
Jazz as womb introduction —
wired
with
woven
mirrors
intimate musical dissertations —
as sedentary pleasures involve verbatim muscular inventions
does-as serial nuances
gradated compromises revolving collocated silences (prior, then,
an escaped rendition of pre-life
after the subsequent reactionary confine of musicless spirituality)
combining systematic joyous veneration, the jazz of orchestrated
meanings of delving improvisation▪
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Felino A. Soriano (b. 1974) is a case manager and advocate for adults with developmental andphysical disabilities. In 2010, he was chosen for the Gertrude Stein "rose" prize for creativity inpoetry from Wilderness House Literary Review. Philosophical studies collocated with his
connection to various idioms of jazz explains motivation for poetic occurrences. For
information, including his 45 print and electronic collections of poetry, over 2,800 published
poems, interviews, and editorships, please visit his website: www.felinoasoriano.info.
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Felino A. Soriano
Find me on Twitter and Facebook
Personal website: Felino A. Soriano | Poet of Philosophy and Jazz Coöccurrence
Founder, Publisher Counterexample Poetics
Founder, Publisher Differentia Press
Guest editor, Calliope Nerve
Contributing editor, Sugar Mule
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Donal Mahoney
Convention in Miami
for Gerard Manley Hopkins
Around his navel this morning
a halo, a red stippleHopkins would love:
"Glory be to God for dappled things..."
It's a gift from this woman
he doesn't knowwho welcomed him last night
with open arms and open legs
and sent him back to his wife
this morning, unaware
he was bringing home a souvenir,a bright halo of crab lice.
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Waggle and Jounce
Out on the lake
the whitecaps leap,
old lions shot in midair.Not far from the water
I sit on a knoll
and open your letter.
You're in Sacramento now
singing for money.
Here in Chicago,on hot August nights,
I lick in my dreams
at the scoopsin your shoulders.
I prefer them to ice cream.
Next week I'll fly out
and salute your nipples.
Long may your buttockswaggle and jounce.
No New Woman
I’ve found no new woman,
as you’d like to surmise.
But the next onewho braids
my mind with my heart
won’t get away,
not even if she’s a nun. The next one like you
I’ll lock in a room
near the sky and therewill I kiss her until
she is certain
a thousand butterflies
one by oneare lighting
all over her body.
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The Play’s The Thing
Every day
the same play.The moment I rise,
the first act begins,
the same plot
all over again.Only the characters,
only the scenery,
vary. Act after act,
no intermission,no denouement,
it never ends.Every night,
in the front row,
the same lady
in a plumed hatstands and shouts,
“Author, Author!”
I smile, I bow,what else can I do?
Finally I pull the curtain
and turn in.
An Irish Enclave, 1956
South Side of Chicago,
long before Barack Obama
On bungalow porches
and out in backyards,on hot summer evenings
old men lower themselves
into green canvas chairs,
smoke and sip beer,laugh and relive
Easter, 1916
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and plot what they’ll do
when the niggers pour inand eddy all over
the dregs of their city.
Donal Mahoney has had poems published in The Montucky Review and other publications in the
North America, Europe, Asia and Africa.
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