April 8-14, 2019: Poetry from Patricia Carragon and Paul M. Strohm

Patricia Carragon and Paul M. Strohm

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Patricia Carragon
pcarragon@gmail.com

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Patricia Carragon’s latest books are The Cupcake Chronicles (Poets Wear Prada) and Innocence (Finishing Line Press). Patricia curates the Brownstone Poets and is the editor-in-chief of its annual anthology. She is an executive editor for Home Planet News Online. Patricia lives in Brooklyn, New York.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Patricia Carragon and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


The End of the World

In her dream,
her parents’ wedding photo
burned slowly.
Their ashen marriage
vaporized in life and death.
A grayish puddle formed a stain
on the chest of drawers.

She woke up
and went about her day,
listened to an old song,
“The End of the World.”
Depression read her Tarot cards.
A heart bled,
pierced by three swords.
A woman tied and blindfolded,
surrounded by eight swords.
A woman wept in bed,
nine swords hung above her wall.
Her futility walked
in her parents’ shoes.

The world didn’t care
if her life was going nowhere.
The sun and stars went into hiding,
two mourning doves stopped singing,
islands of plastic floated in the sea.
Bad news kept recycling—
the world still on suicide watch.

On the news,
there was another shooting.
Children’s hearts bled,
pierced by three bullets.
Justice tied and blindfolded,
surrounded by eight white men.
Mothers wept in their beds,
nine AR-15s hung above their walls.
Futility walked
in American-made shoes.

 


Paul M. Strohm
pstrohm_conte@yahoo.com

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Paul M. Strohm lives in Angleton, Texas. His poems have been published primarily in England, Ireland, India, and South Africa.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Paul M. Strohm and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


The Latitude Of Forms

When I have bored myself with arithmetic operations,
studied geometric problems amid sexagesimal fractions
and sunk quadratic equations into pythagorean triads,
then I can have my quadrature of lunes.

My mind can rest itself with figurate numbers
and plates of polygonal areas for continued proportions.
I am refreshed by all duplicates of the cube,
incommensurability, tangents and harmonic divisions.

In the theory of proportion and angle trisections,
I locate the foci of cones and segments of a sphere.
The fibonacci sequence, the cycloid, transversals,
and placated coordinates occupy my infinitesimal analysis.

The world outside all these parallel postulates,
involutes and evolutes, is merely imaginary numbers.
My mind undergoes tschirnhaus transformations,
I comprehend higher dimensions, I diffuse.



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