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The City Has Moved Too Close to the Sun
A Detroit Cento Cut-Up poem

The city has moved too close to the sun. 1

In childish confusion I'd respond: 2

"There is no music." 3

At night and in dream 4

The moon is raw light. 5

I stand before it naked 6

Without warning 7

Beneath the dissipating fog 8

On the river front in downtown Detroit. 9

In a personal war of independence 10

In Motown at the Millennium, 11

A spasm in the search is 12

Thrown, barreling towards the future 13

Right past ha… Continue

PEACE TO YOU. IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE THAT WE ONLY HAVE THIS SUNDAY AUGUST 10TH AND NEXT SUNDAY AUGUST 17TH BEFORE THE GRAND SLAM FINALE AUGUST 24TH. WE HAVE REALLY BEEN BLESSED WITH THE KNOWLEDGE, WISDOM AND PURE POETIC PLEASURE OUR POETS HAVE SHARED.

~ THIS WEEKS WINNER ~

T-MILLER

WE HAD QUITE A CULTURAL MUSIC EXCHANGE WITH A PERFORMANCE BY ARMENIAN COMPOSER, ARA TOPOUZIAN AND A MIX OF CHINESE FOLK MUSIC BY XD WEI. BOTH PERFORMERS PLAYED INSTRUMENTS THAT REFLECTED MUSICAL DIVERSITY AND PROFOUN… Continue

Soy rica, rica
soy una reina, reina,
soy morena, morena,
soy lacia...soy curvisima
soy drecha...soy mala

y todo en el medio

oye, oye, mira...escucha a este cuento
no es cierto...no es falso.
Este es mi cuento en mi voce.
Soy una santa y bruja.

Tomame en todo de mi imperfecion
o saquame con la basura.
Soy tristesa y felicidad
soy una muneca...juega con migo.

I can give and take...blame

I hold and release...pain

I can live or die...in the past

I can stand or move...on

I curse and pray...for you

I can heal and hurt...you

I can use my words to affirm or provocate...life

My eyes are the witness to life as it happens.

This is what's in my control all the rest is up to you!

If it were not for passion...I could not wait.
I go about my chores with thoughts of Santiago.
I speak to sun for we share the same sun.
By night I pray to the moon that her
light shine on his tent.
Each day passess and yet my heart
grows fonder...

Santiago, my Santiago I pray for you more than me.
I pray for you more than me.
You are in search of treasure.
I am woman of the dessert so I wait for you...but I miss you just the same.
I whisper on the wind all my good intentions and pray they reac… Continue