13Jan 2023 John D Robinson

THE PURPOSE OF THE FIGHT

I never knew what I was fighting for, what I was concerned and anxious about, I knew I had to be at war with something or somebody, and realized it... Read More
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We can see it! Keep swinging! – mh clay

17Jun 2022 John D Robinson

A BLACK DOG

He had a big black dog and he named him Satan, he loved that dog. He painted the walls black, doors and window frames black, carpets black: he listened to... Read More
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Which came first; the dog or the black? (Must have been the black, believe it.) – mh clay

7Oct 2021 John D Robinson

HEAVENLY TALK

I got close, real close to Heaven and was asked what the fuck I was doing wandering in this sacred territory: ‘Just taking a look’ I said ‘What for? this... Read More
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Just a peek don’t mean you seek. – mh clay

22Apr 2021 John D Robinson

HOT-MEAL POEM

I had remained silent during the interview, so they put me in a cell: a couple of hours later the custody officer made his rounds: he was a father to... Read More
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A feast for the fifth and a warm morning, too. – mh clay

2Jun 2020 John D Robinson

ONLY WHEN

It’s only when it’s taken away that you realize the beauty, the wonder of freedom, to walk freely, without fear amongst brothers and sisters, it’s only when it is no... Read More
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Hellish we can be, indeed. So, let’s not be. – mh clay

12Jan 2020 John D Robinson

THE SUNDAY LUNCH

I very rarely socialize these days, people no longer bother to invite me to social gatherings but today we visited some long-time friends for lunch: afterward we got very stoned... Read More
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Some in front, some behind; we sacrifice, we stand in line… – mh clay

19May 2019 John D Robinson

THE SINKING

I have drowned in your presence, sunk way below where you can see me, illuminating flares and the choirs of ghosts wrap around me like newspaper headlines of tragedy but... Read More
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Cry makes clean. Bask and breathe. – mh clay

26Aug 2018 John D Robinson

PLEASE, GIVE ME THE LAST LINE FIRST

'We are looking for exciting, daring and uncompromising works of poetry, words that sting, dark and humorous, words that loiter like a street-thief in the reader’s head long after reading... Read More
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Ouch. It’s bad enough the price you pay from pen to page. Insult. Outrage. – mh clay

11Apr 2018 John D Robinson

UNSPOILED

Let me catch you, alive, with imagination, with blood and dreams in your breath, with a fierce heat in your words and a baby tenderness in your voice, let me... Read More
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Does “just one time” keep it fresh; how can we not go back for more? – mh clay

26Aug 2017 John D Robinson

GATE CRASHING

As I was never invited to parties, I opted to gate- crash them: one occasion I was talking and moving in close to a brunette when this guy eases himself... Read More
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When doing leads meaning, sometimes meaning is lost (or never found). – mh clay