Submission by Faith Breisblatt

Wild Boy

by Faith Breisblatt

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Wild Boy ft. Waka Flocka Flame Erasure

Like a white flag,
jump right in.
All I know is how to kill
my cells like
it’s Independence Day,
bottle rocket, Levi’s on.
Nevermind that heat, the mosh
pit, dragon liquor recipe.
Cobain’s back; I can’t hear.

Please be sure to check out Faith’s blog here.

Feel free to submit your own Erasure poems.

Submission – Erasing Oscar Wilde

Below is a Erasure poem submitted by kristinlc and adapted from Helas! by Oscar Wilde. Please be sure to check out their blog.

Erasing Oscar Wilde

by kristinlc

Hél

my soul
can play
away
wisdom,
my life twice-written
over some
idle
secret.
trod
the heights, and
reach God:
dead?
I
must lose a soul.

-Adapted from this poem.

Feel free to submit your own Erasure poems.

Remembering

War Memorial 4

Roll of Honour

The diggers saw
and did pay
the price of
freedom.
Battles they fought
against foes
were important.

War alone does not
secure a future.
The future is secured by
doing hard work
getting up every day,
delivering us.

We remember
our history,
our soldiers.
ANAZC Day
pays homage
to those
who were called upon
to do things
beyond our comprehension.

Copyright © April 2013 Norma Martiri

Notes: “Digger” is a slang term for Australian and New Zealand soldiers.
ANZAC Day is a national day of remembrance that commemorates our fallen soldiers.

Remembering

New Erasure Poetry Book

Erasure Poetry is fast becoming a popular form of poetry and if you are looking for a full-length book to get your teeth into, check out Frank Montesonti’s new book Hope Tree

Frank Montesonti’s book is a wonderful example of erasure poetry and Frank makes clever use of his erasure and transforms the original book, How to Prune Fruit Trees into a fascinating collection of poems.

The book is available from Black Lawrence Press for a pre-sale price of only $9.95. Click here to get your copy.

Hope Tree

The Concert

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Flickr Image by Sarah Dismukes

Bright light,
plentiful mirrors
the long sweep of lace curtains.
Faces scattered,
people.
She played a running melody.
Swollen fingers
worked
her wrists and hands
dizzily.
The room
seemed full of people;
stupid people who made her play.
She played
through trembling limbs
and burning eyes;
played and sung
hoping to discover the secret.
Nervous,
she laughed
and thrilled out
into the air -
the day before the tennis tournament.

Copyright © January 2013 Norma Martiri

Created from Pointed Roofs by Dorothy Miller Richardson

The Concert

They Are Great

Dog Rescue

Source: Bali Animal Welfare Association

However small,
at first we reflect
with wonder
and astonishment.
We imagine
that each is
made up different.
They are great, good
and capable of feeling
pleasure and pain.
Every person ought to
avoid every kind of cruelty
to any creature -
great or small.

Copyright © January 2013 Norma Martiri

Created from The History of Insects by Unknown

They are great

The History of Insects by Unknown