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ShortcArt by Igor Baskin

ShortcArt: 'Poetry of Shortcuts and Headlines'
project by Igor Baskin

Moscow Police capture killer of Grandpa Khasan's friend

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Aprilia Zank writes

offering

flesh

for greedy gods

to break the bone of night

in phallic bliss

under bruised skin

vowels fail words

gravity crashes

the womb's dumbness

light breaks onto steel

splinters spark on milk ways

under easy-iron eyelids

irises ache for wonders

 Instinct -- Hiroko Sakai

Duane Vorhee translates

Twilight
   --after Yun Dongju

Through a crack in the paper door
the sunbeam writes is line...... and erases it......

A murder of crows 
2, 2, 3, 4, fly over the roof
jerking, twisting toward northern skies

I too......
wish to open my wings in the northern skies.

Glory Sasikala writes

Hoopla Rings

i threw hoopla rings -

one to snare you

one circle, one point.

you threw one

by being charming

the third circle

was a smile at someone else

remember?

three circles

as you walked away

mine was the next throw - 

an offering

you threw one

it went astray

i threw one

it fell at your feet

i saw you pick it up

tenderly

two circles -

one for each

as we threw back our heads and laughed

we've run out of hoopla rings now

'cause i threw one of disdain

and you threw

one of pride

it’s time to move on....

Gyre --  Thomas Sayre

Timothy Spearman writes & shoots

Old Hag Crossing Bridge

Red cherry blossoms bloom

Opening vistas of past history

emerging from the morning mist

and from the mists of past memory

of events long gone but not forgotten

Old hag crossing bridge

leaving past behind

Bridge of mid-life crossed

Old Bag carries bag

She is bag lady

Photographer is poet

words are in her lens

but she is speechless

and cannot form words

So wordsmith articulates

visual poetry in photo

of Chinese photographer

She is pleased

she loves wordsmith

She knows what words are worth

from this modern day Wordsworth.

They are romantics he and she

She says she belongs the past

That is what the bridge is for

it links past with future

Never turn your back on the past

It might catch up with you

on the other side of the bridge

Some call it karma

You can't escape

The past follows you

You think you are old

but your steps shorten

like those of a child

and you walk with a cane

Life is a circle

like a snake eating its tail

We go back to the beginning

and start over again

The cycle of births and deaths

is unremitting and relentless

re-embodied souls in different bodies

But there is always a bridge

linking past and future

called the evolution of the soul

  A Poeture Speaks a Thousand Words