Category Archives: Occupy Chicago Poetry

Unsent letter #12 [I still think of you when the world gets like this]

A Prose Poem by Anon ymous Dear, How you told me 11 is the number for clarity; it’s morning, rivers and sleet. It’s anything wet: sweat on a glass of beer, a splash from fish, silver and sleek, It comes … Continue reading

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Unsent Letter #13

A Prose Poem by Anon ymous Dear , I want to lie with you on a narrow bed in a simple room; a plain white sheet, blank walls. There’s one window; outside a field, then woods. Your arms wrapped lightly … Continue reading

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Unsent letter #12 [I still think of you when the world gets like this]

A Prose Poem by Anon ymous Dear, How you told me 11 is the number for clarity; it’s morning, rivers and sleet. It’s anything wet: sweat on a glass of beer, a splash from fish, silver and sleek, It comes … Continue reading

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Unsent Letter #5

A prose poem by Anon ymous Dear, Every day I stop at the park. Same time, except on Thursdays [I’m a little late]. I lean against the car and wait. Sometimes I’ll walk the path. Once I sat under a … Continue reading

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Unsent Letter #2

A Prose Poem by Anon ymous Dear , Now, there is nothing but dirt. Monsanto let Agent Orange rain on everything. They took the trees, bushes;even part of the sidewalk. The police are gone. The flashing red and blue a … Continue reading

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Fable of the Bees

A poem by anon ymous. Paint me the sky. I want to remember the fable of the bees after Dow Chemical, after Monsanto and Bayer, after herbicides chased us into the monastery to survive. You told it to me the … Continue reading

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Unsent letter #10

A Prose Poem by Anon ymous I want you to forget you love me. Forget how trees scallop the sky, the way the horizon shuns the stars. I want you to bury the words you gave to me. The ones … Continue reading

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Unsent Letter #7

A Prose Poem by Anon ymous I love edges. Anything that can take me down another city block, around corners; into the permanent. The air is lousy with shouts from irritated cars. It’s all breakable; you tell me joy is … Continue reading

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Unsent Letter #2

A Prose Poem by Anon ymous. Now, there is nothing but dirt. They took the trees, bushes; even part of the sidewalk. Monsanto and Dow Chemical are gone. The flashing red and blue a quiet promise they will not return. … Continue reading

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in excelsis Deo

A Poem by Anon ymous She is determined to find God, figures it’s easy to recognize a peddler when you hear one: a teller of tales, raconteur, that serpent in man’s clothing. She wonders if it is enough to fly … Continue reading

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