Robert Wynne
robert.wynne@sbcglobal.net
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Robert Wynne earned his MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University He is the author of 6 chapbooks, and 3 full-length books of poetry His first full-length collection, “Remembering How to Sleep,” was the recipient of the Poetry Society of Texas’ 2006 Eakin Book Award His second full-length collection, “Museum of Parallel Art,” was published in February 2008 by Tebot Bach Press Tebot Bach will be publishing his third collection, “Self-Portrait as Odysseus” in 2010 He has won numerous prizes, and his poetry has appeared in magazines and anthologies throughout North America He lives in Burleson, TX with his wife, daughter and 3 rambunctious dogs, and his online home is www.rwynne.com. |
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Odysseus Surprised by a Poem Scrawled in an airport bathroom Haikus are easy Odysseus smiles, suddenly hungry, the sides of the bowl, back into the smooth guise all the way to the ocean.
On the web at the hotel, he finds into a bottle of Diet Coke The geyser where the Cyclops Polyphemus hid and incinerated his world the soda splashes down in bright puddles everything going black, how lava no one thinks to ask why, why loses the memory of light stories propagated in flickering images of what was once
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Hanoch Guy
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Hanoch Guy spent his childhood and youth in Israel He is a bilingual poet in Hebrew and English, Hanoch is an Emeritus professor in Temple University He has published poetry in Genre, Poetry Newsletter, Tracks , the International Journal of Genocide studies, Visions International and several times in Poetica where he won an award He has also won an award in the Mad Poets Society on 2007 He has recently published poems in Hebrew and English in: In other words. |
The following work is Copyright © 2010, and owned by Hanoch Guy and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Feathers Jackals howled at the edge
I can not get used to the weather I could never get used to the I’ll hitch a ride tonight on |