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AHA On-line Books
2008

 

A FILM OF WORDS
Symbiotic Multi-genre Poetry

Jane Reichhold
Werner Reichhold

 

 
   

Table of Contents

Jane's works are in italic;
Werner's are in normal fonts.

Introduction

MESSAGES FROM MARS

ADDING 2 TO TWO

OPEN ME CAREFULLY

TWO WAYS ABOUT IT

MILLENNIUM MUSIC

HOW DARE THEY?

HOUSES OF THE HEART

WINDBLOWN AROMATIC HEIRS

HER HYMN

PRIZE POEM

FOOD FOR THOUGHTS

A SUITCASE OF KANSAS

INTO MY HEART

AN OCEAN OF IDEAS

PUBIC CRIMES

BILL'S BILLS

GAMESTERS

SENIOR PICTURES

   

 

PRIZE POEM

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Days of gossip deadly wounded – I believe the short cuts of a poem are refreshingly in fashion. Hand me your lavender spray, its airing my busy armpits… the flow of silk – the Blitz of unpacked messages from skin to hairy skin… the Persians knew so very well…

Tanned you want me? Eurilla, I feel tanned by tinted glasses.

Alah’ia,  that’s class-conscious thinking - let me mind it for a sec?

Sure, don’t let the nervous system allow us to slip back into the dark times when the masses swallowed texts like their cars consumed corn for fuel. Time-out for self-pity, for bitching and whining. The caravan of sentimentalities finds only deserted wells.

Now I am thirsty and hungry, here we are into syrup over pancakes: may I finger-write a 3-liner interfering with the sweetness of the taste: gold touching gold   ashore ashamed   in open jaws

Looks like a submission becoming a judge’s second choice. Wouldn’t it an inhuman thing not to let your soul mates participating in it?

Honey, you’re dripping: open your napkin   the wide winged   mouth and hand a crew.

ever-present darkness
before the incense burns
the lit butt
fragrant in its waiting
prayers of desire

a wave dashes
stone against stone
a click
and a life is gone
into a new grain of sand

willows weave
the river on its way
to the sea
following such a path
was how I met my mother

sinful early life
writing an ode to women’s
hips of strawberries
for wide screen magic
grim as glucose

 Do you know what? The true European coffee took my spiritual based numbness away. My goodness, now I see the disjunction, the disjunctive facts of biological set up genomes: better understood linkage reconstitutes contemporary writers’ concepts. The spicy start in line 1 already holds it…

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cuckoo calls
the lake echoes

The Thing Itself, its Cholera, the crunchy stink of it in only two lines’ irritation, the seldom healing artificial stitches bleeding. The third line women size XL, turned inside out; or a male construct not earthquake-proof, you name it…

Dispatched from all conventions, I enjoy the chaotic writings by Lautréamont. Now I am exchanging my teenagers’ pants of Swiss cheese-style to Tibetan orange prayer flags on waving hips - that’s it, isn’t it?

Alah’ia, the best revenge for getting rebuffed by an editor is probably saying It still shorter, more economical, using a minimum of juice, pajama-weight lines, fork-proof, knife-cut, breast-rich, elasticized by the automatically working links of neurons.

You are experienced. You helped your daughter growing up in a seemingly anachronistic polite manner, looking friendly into the eyes of a guest saying Hi. Doesn’t she like little glossy gifts

ears pierced
       the first pearls she takes in
                               not knowing the host

Eurilla, you own a plantation, hosting linked rose beds. Why don’t you intertwine their structure giving the garden a conspicuous symbiotic power by adding ice-shaved granite, on its flat front chiseled a 5-liner 

your skirt leads
liquidized 
I follow
silk charmuese in molten
  chocolate and lily prints

Alah’ia, if there will be a prize may we spend it on glass-beads’ transparency?

 

 

 

 

 

 

           

   
   
 

 

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