Tuesday, 30 August 2016

Sister Publication to Poetry Life & Times

Issue of September 2016

America: The Rave.
A Poem by Adam Levon Brown


Of the store-bought
pizza dinners

Land of the flies
who scrape the paint
off of barnyard doors
with fingernails of lace


Camel cigarette
butts lining the crevices,
reminding us to
take pride in our

Land of the trees,
the oceans, and the
snow; covering us like
a whale song sung from
the bleachers of Wrigley field
in ’89


Scarface gangsterish
slang aimed at our throats
while revolutionaries paint
their stories on box trains
destined for the great beyond

Land of the stolen coffee bean
with all of its richness fueling
our neurotic skull contents in
the bleak December rains


Social injustice in the form
of Television, telling us a tale
as old as time; oppression
as an old, raggedy flag drenched
in the blood of sacrificial lambs
who never got to see the pasture

Land of the bombs, the guns,
and the assault rifle speeches
of sputtering, malignant hatred


Chain gang alamode
served with a slice
of adversity in the morning

Land of the Cinematic
bloodbath and violent
pornography with Twilight zone
on repeat


Crooked-nosed piety seekers
in rags on the streets who sleep
right outside the doors of the disillusioned youth
who partake in Molly until their ears
scream and their voices listen

Land of the freezing
Home of the Rave.

Adam Levon Brown is a poet and author residing in Eugene, Oregon. He has one published poetry book out, Musings of a Madman, which is a collection of poems made to enlighten and inspire the reader. Adam attributes his love of poetry to the many great poets he discovered in the school library during his formative years. He enjoys listening to political hip hop music and is a political activist himself.


Let me go.
A Poem by Robin Wyatt Dunn

Let me go;
I am drawn.

Hereout the maids hinder my suffering;
The maids are buildings, and faces.
The asphalt itself. They seem to care for me;
to prevent my exit from the city’s gravity.

All my wishes are spent on the mornings here;
And even the nights tell me I am growing.

I want to shrink, under the sun,
Away from all this history.

Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in Los Angeles.

“Agitate. Agitate. Agitate.”
— Frederick Douglass


Out of Time.
A Poem by Soodabeh Saeidnia

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