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Stephen Pickering

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  • A New Poem: “Street Car, Sweet Heart, Sweat Hard”

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    Stephen Pickering
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    I love your Spanish talk. The soft ground around you Hovers as you walk. Chinese flowers grow out of me like dreams lifted under a bed of yellow Lantana and grapewood rosevine. Midnight and a sleep walking Sun dip its claws into the milky Moon. She blows a serenade and makes a note in her…

  • A New Poem: The Cross

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    The river flows uphill. It isn’t magic. Magic is when it flows downhill. The arrow of time is pierced by eternity The man hanging is the soul awakened. The milk girl is dancing The “Cotten-Eyed Joe” on the gym floor of the mind underneath which the oceans of the Cosmos Splash applause and awake our…

  • Little Night Poem

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    Stephen Pickering
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    I don’t care what the foam sea squalls say: The mountains are made of mint. Green I spend gliding upon the emotion- Less ramp besieged by the creepy Count de Bourgie Of my psyche. The orphaned Queen of my heart will jump Straight down into her moat and drown If the adventurer of my soul…