New poems are now live at Carcinogenic Poetry. We welcome Clive Gresswell and Diane Moore to the pages of Carcinogenic Poetry and welcome Chris Butler for his third return to our pages. Readers will enjoy this fresh verse for its painstaking graphic and lyric syphon, a poetic lot to read over and to mull.

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The perennial publisher returns, it would seem. A poetic archive yet to conceive unabashedly with what’s left of 2023. Gestation date, no stated expiration. Inclusion rate? That depends on the writer. An open door, the door was never closed. The lights were on? Well, now there’s someone home.

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Clive Gresswell – Two Poems

 Gypsy Hymns

junk heart stakes out

gentle malnutrition

seedlings posing perpendicular prosody

across choppy sea disasters

as gesticulating bureaucrats

wander deserts & gypsy

hymns decline…

http://www.carcinogenicpoetry.net/2023/08/clive-gresswell-two-poems.html

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Diane Moore – Two Poems

Pearl

Pearl, sealed tight in womb of dark mother

Who is whose mother?

Your mouth clammed shut.

Trickster man of Georgian Bay, Junk Yard Chakra.

Swath of Lapis blue.

Joy of clothes and matching purses. You my pretty thing.

My favorite mystery who fed me

You broke my heart that time you hit me.

Another Friday evening. Arms full.

It’s summer as you walk the walkway.

Hungry throng of smiling.

Cats, dogs. Rosey youth.

You smiled back at him not us. I didn’t notice then.

Car door slammed shut.

TV volume

             muted …

http://www.carcinogenicpoetry.net/2023/08/diane-moore-two-poems.html

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Chris Butler – Three Poems

Third Degree Burns

The hubris of a kamikaze Icarus

crashing into the rising fiery phoenix.

I’ll stare at a solar eclipse

before I’ll ever glimpse

at myself in the mirror,

and stare through this stranger…

http://www.carcinogenicpoetry.net/2023/08/chris-butler-three-poems.html

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Michael Aaron Casares – One Poem

Burke on the Bus

Fallen envelope.

The heavy plop of folded paper

parchment never sound

so heavy.

A rigid belly flop

on the floor.

A ripped attention

pulled from gonzo delusions…

http://www.carcinogenicpoetry.net/2023/08/michael-aaron-casares-burke-on-bus.html