Post the First: Genesis or Something
We are ridiculously excited to finally get this project underway! The city of Omaha is thirsty for your poetry and OH. It shall be slaked. It will get such a slaking! Omaha has a vibrant arts scene featuring the biggest Playhouse in the country, most restaurants and millionaires per capita, revolutionary music scene (The Saddle Creek sound), and an increasingly momentous Slam poetry community. Our goal here is simply to ignite the world with poetry. Specifically your poetry.Poetry surrounds us textual or otherwise. With Grawlix Poetry we hope to (as E. E. Cummings has said) open the eyes of your eyes. Enjoy.
Whish
By Elliot Ian Ross
-First published in the Medulla Review-
Wheat frisked,
little hulls jump, jump
Whispering
grasshopper names like Snikt and Fft
As more reeds are
tickled they spring into the waving
Whish of wheat into which the gale traces
figure S’s
A brush through
hair, the hush of an eyelid batting delicate lashes
The sashaying of the fox’s whiskers in his
vixen’s absence
Iconic candy store, also linked to an excellent vintage and antique shop.
(On the "Now Playing" sign).
Skyward view of a downtown sunset.
Cosmetics mirror at Target. So before you get vane...
For second floor spies like me.
For the monkey.
For the dogs.
Meditation
By Jim Fleming
Nothingness is not a negative
No.
In a grain of sand way
In a star counting way
A release from importance
A reprieve from the sentence
to uphold that nebulous image of
Uniqueness. No.
Luxuriate in nothingness
Allow it
The Om Center of Healing Arts is not only a perfect place for this poem, it's also an arena for many poetry throwdowns. No No No Yes.
Propane cage. Everyone should have a poem on a propane cage.
Contemplative turtle at Henry Doorly Zoo, one of the best zoos in the nation.
Tank.
Coral.
A lightpole in Dundee.
Honest Pond
By Schofield Alan
Wondering beyond the field,
A Pond
With no song at all ‘neath its surface.
Ripples yawn, as do the dawn and such blurrings.
Under them, brightly fawn water and naught.
Swan and dragonfly dream
of diving to see if the clarity true
But none do. And even if they did,
they would vanish.
By the renowned M's Pub downtown.On the glass above The Passageway crosswalk.
On the nuts shelf in a Menards. As I was taking this, Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On was climaxing over the loudspeakers. It was a nice moment.
Gumballs. Apple gumballs.
Food court window.
Big clock in Dundee
Spring is the perfect time for giving up completely
By Shane McKinney
in place of being
anywhere
our dual contours and divinations
spooning needle eyes of space
and throwing hands at truth the way
a stroke of grass will seem to seethe
with secret oaths
collapsing circles,
you've been leaving braille and bokeh
wings of Hypnos and slow debridements.
won't you swallow
all of it: Spring,
eidetic
histories?
This is what regular lights look like in downtown Omaha.
(Poem on giant light- camera couldn't take the contrast) That's a horse and buggy in the background.
Old city noir type shot.
Mall entry.
I was trailed for a while for this one.
Bearded man reads poem.
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