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      Blogs   05/01/2017

      Blogs are now accessible to Guests. Guests may read and reply to blog entries. We'll see how this works out. If Guest participation becomes troublesome, I'll disable Guest access. Members are encouraged to make use of the PMO Members' Promotional Blog to promote their published works. Simply add your latest entry to the blog. Include relevant information (your name or screen name, poem title, periodical name, hyperlink to the site where published, etc). If you have a lot of them and feel you need your own blog, let me know, and I will try to accommodate you. Members are encouraged to continue also posting their promotional topics in the Promotions forum on the board itself which is better suited for archiving promotions.


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    • A river spoke to me in a dream, I had to tell it the red moon's reflection was not a wound. Soldiers do not want hear about the mechanics of laparotomy, Quenu knew battle had changed, death hissed at his paradigm, we had mobile units, early evacuations, transport for the wounded-the winds of propaganda could not slow down echoes of standardization.      The wind went blind one night, I was woken by it hands examining my stomach for a wound, my needle's eye is blind and the end is bent, Quenu refused the wings that heaven sent, he dug and his spade met and touched that of the angel digging the war out of false consciousness. I am a surgeon not a visionary but I can see the lost vision of my patients turning into ambulances.   I have become an agent, a physician of the soul-I have to remain pure as the many wives of war tempt me with despair and ravage me with rage, one wife whispers "emotive psychosis", another "obnubliation".  A strange inversion grips me  when I listen to patients, like mountains are climbing me and seas are drowning in me. The winter has psychosis, it's winds are linear, soldiers tell me of there synesthesia-they hear snow flakes scream and  blood sing.
    • Hi Barry,   I have to admit that often your writing confuses me and makes me hesitant to respond.   You always serve up wonderful unique imagery.  How it all fits together is sometimes a mystery to me.   You seem to have been on an anti war theme in this and in another recent poem. But I could be totally off in my assessment, I'm made up of simpler stuff.

      Love the "bonsai sun of the oriole's yellow plumage"


    • Diversion  

      It's called life.
      A plan is made
      to live unafraid.

      It's called life
      A call, a need,
      something to read. It's called life
      Bills to pay
      Sometimes I play

      It's called life.
      A meal, a meet
      someone to greet

      It's called life
      The noise, the mess,
      Always a guess

      It's called life
      I work, I write
      maybe tonight
               ~Judi Van Gorder

      Written in response to a prompt to write about what keeps you from writing.
    • A golden oriole opened my cage
      briefly, six bars of a song, his black
      wings eclipse those of war. I have
      died six times as ennui rips another
      ghost whose wrist aches for the presence
      of the orioles yellow breast to unclench
      the unresting fists of battle-to slip on a 
      gold ring as war marries war.

      i spot an owl one night on the hunt as I seek
      a fire-fighter to locate the elusive flames that
      burn within. Tears cross the sky, fire falls from
      clouds. I have one type of madness that seeks
      a sane reflection. How insignificant I seem against
      the bonsai sun of the oriole's yellow plumage, this
      war just another distant scream of a planet orbiting
      the sun.   
    • enjoyed this excellent piece-well done

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