January 24-30, 2005: Lisa Manzi and John Dorsey

week of January 24-30, 2005

Lisa Manzi and John Dorsey

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Lisa Manzi

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Lisa Manzi is a poet and writer working from her home in Greenwich, NY She believes that the recent split of Brad and Jen proves her theory that husbands should never be prettier than their wives are She was born and half-raised in New Jersey and, therefore, is exempt from being called an elitist with any credibility Read more of her writing or contact her at www.lisamanzi.com

The following work is Copyright © 2005, and owned by Lisa Manzi and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

A white feathered bird
at the sightline to his door
lies head facing
east, belly up,
rotting in the morning

sun. There are many omens
to a home of discontent We walk by.

At dusk I stepped in the back
door of your house Taking off
my shoes, padding about the cool
and thick of the floors Home
while you begged the dropped sun
through the slit blinds,
to send another woman to you Another woman from another life
You were drawn down to grit asking
half a moon to let her rescue your
own soft skins Until the day
I said choose I may hear you
calling out the broken windows
and my eyes
fall again

Remember how I came through
the back door
quietly and waited The back door that keeps me with you Always the back door,
kept unlocked before me.

Turquoise, copper, green earth and flesh

I unpacked your colors
today mixed up with mine
Fugitives from our past, crumbling
round pats that can’t be returned
I shall lap up your stowaways
the way time stalked down our children –

wringing them out,
pretending they are my own.

John Dorsey


John Dorsey currently resides in Toledo, OH He is the author of “Harvey Keitel, Harvey Keitel, Harvey Keitel” with S.A Griffin, and Scott Wannberg, and “The Price of Sunshine” with Iris Berry This April he will be goin’ on tour as part of NWO-THE NEW WORD ORDER.

The following work is Copyright © 2005, and owned by John Dorsey and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

the vortex of wisdom

i thought i had
gone beyond the sea
above the holy vortex
of wisdom found in
sleep whispering secrets in
some sweet bashful dove’s
ear which was my

we are few tiny
kissing seahorse footprints amongst
the many waves in
the middle of dance
i pressed my body
up against the wisdom
to hear love singing
music to my ears
like some schoolboy riddle
crushin’ on cleopatra thankful
for this blood ambling
through my veins set
before the nile our
water fountains were made
to strike oil so
not thinking i pulled
up a chair and
blessed the tsunami
like a child asking
for permission to speak
in tongues oh please
big daddy part the
red sea while i
dream a little american

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