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Finally, it feels real.

Posted in game of thrones, poems, publications, tagged , , , on January 7, 2014| 5 Comments »

My copy of the January issue of Poetry Magazine came featuring three of my #GoT poems.

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Don Dreams And I Dream – Good Luck Charm

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on October 20, 2013| Leave a Comment »

Don Dreams and I Dream good luck charm

A friend bought me this today at the UWS Flea Market. She said it is GOOD LUCK for my upcoming chapbook, Don Dreams and I Dream. I will surely bring it to AWP2014 in Seattle.

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My poem is in this month’s The Brooklyn Rail. (2 more on their website)

Posted in appropriated, photos, poems, tagged , , on September 27, 2013| 1 Comment »

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The Little War

Posted in poems, tagged , , , , , on October 6, 2012| Leave a Comment »

 

The heart cannot speak. The stomach cannot see. The kidney cannot hear. The liver cannot taste. The eyes cannot feel. They lack.

 

In this little war, the speed of the eye is null and akin to nothing.  No one knows this.

 

Still, it theorizes,

                                        

 

 

of this.

 

Together, we do not move or forage or forest.  Reader, what do you know of muteness? Of the world so strange and of the haunt of numbers?                                 

                                                                                                                           

I want

to know what you carry

                                                                        …there…

 

(if it is a key,   give it.)

 

It feels like a battle. A hidden one. A hidden, little, one. Subtle-like, where my feet do not leave prints. The air does not capture my breath. My hair does not hit the floor, it flies up to a tree where it harvests a nest for someone/thing else.  Nothing shoots. Nothing loads. No thing screams, but I know something inside wants.

 

I don’t know what is beneath the exterior, or  the virtual. I am losing.  Alignment is losing. Thought is losing. Feeling is latching to some thing some where.

                                   

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                What happened to the story?

when?

What happened to the tale?

how?

Say that someone, somewhere knows.

reach.

 

                        Reach me.      

 

© Umansky 2012

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