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BUMPO

BUMPO

On June 19, 1986, I was home from college and taking a history class in the summer session at the local junior college in my hometown. It was around 7:30 p.m. and the instructor was lecturing about the importance of the civil war. Yada yada yada… I simply didn’t feel like being there. So after a few minutes had passed, I got up from my seat and quietly walked out of the room. I went to my mother’s house, which is where I stayed in the summer awaiting the fall semester to begin. I arrived at home to find a note on the kitchen table from my mother.

Poetry & ProseKarra BarberJune 21, 2018a gathering of the tribes, Steve Cannon, Karra Barber-Wada, bumpo

Ocean Beach, in San Francisco

Ocean Beach, in San Francisco

Waters of many hues,

a sky painted by atmospherics

and clouds, and setting sun,

and emotions run wild.

Poetry & ProseRyder W. MillerJune 7, 2018Steve Cannon, Ryder W. Miller, Ryder Miller, a gathering of the tribes

Tarot

Tarot

Symbols of tarot
Lay out their meaning to be deciphered

Collapsing hopes on paper cards

I denied any meaning

Poetry & ProseLuci BerriosJune 7, 2018Steve Cannon, Luciann Berrios, a gathering of the tribes, Luci Berrios

“On Hereditary Trauma: My Mother’s Narrative and Me"

“On Hereditary Trauma: My Mother’s Narrative and Me"

Poetry, to me, is emotion or experience manifested in its most candid form. It is artistic expression so honest that only one sequence of words, thoughtfully and meticulously arranged, can express it. And though the content of its expression might be weakness, or embarrassment or fear or imperfection, the expression is perfect in itself. In this way, in this honest, perfect imperfection, my mother exemplifies poetry.

Poetry & ProseTalia GreenMay 31, 2018Steve Cannon, a gathering of the tribes, talia green

Visitors

Visitors

Fun now
to encounter unusual birds,
for here,
in the parks.

Poetry & ProseRyder MillerMay 28, 2018a gathering of the tribes, Steve Cannon, Ryder Miller

Two Poems

Two Poems

At sixteen, he hammers
black stones
to fit over breasts,
to bless the new wine

Poetry & ProseRobert HirschfieldMay 11, 2018Robert Hirschfield, Tasting of Hurricane, Trans-Boy Rising, Trans Ghost, Steve Cannon, A Gathering of the Tribes, LGBTQ Poets, LGBTQ Poems, New York Poets, New York Poetry, Trans

Cathexis

Cathexis

I mourn for my mother, like Demeter
created seasons with grief
a daughter makes Hades fill the role
he will never be as gentle

Poetry & ProseGabriel DonMay 11, 2018Cathaxis, New York Poets, New York Poetrt, Poems, poetry, Gabriel Don

7 year bitch

7 year bitch

Every where I go
Voila! There I am.

Making a mess.

Can't even give a compliment
Without pissing off
Some insecure housewife.

Poetry & ProseChavisa WoodsMay 10, 2018Amy Ouzoonian, Steve Cannon, A Gathering of the Tribes, 7 Year Bitch, Poems, Poetry, New York Poets, New York Poems

Three Poems

Three Poems

All About Being Rescued

As our minds travel in the same direction,
back to the same scene,
back to the moment of laughing out loud.
Traveling to the exact same place,
where we both knew just
what the other one meant.

Poetry & ProseMadlynn HaberMay 10, 2018Steve Cannon, a gathering of the tribes, Madlynn Haber, New York Poets, Poetry, Poems, All About Being Rescued, Distant and Estranged

Anchor

Anchor

I see you now

from Brooklyn

and on the train, larger

than green lady liberty.

Poetry & ProseRyder W. MillerMay 1, 2018Steve Cannon, a gathering of the tribes, Ryder Miller, Ryder W. Miller, New York Poets, New York Poems, New York Writers, Brooklyn Poets, Anchor

Warmer

Warmer

Flags waving
in the wind
warmer air.

Poetry & ProseRyder W. MillerApril 23, 2018Warmer, Ryder Miller, Steve Cannon, a gathering of the tribes, New York Poetry, New York Poets, Young poets, Climate change poetry

Three Poems

Three Poems

Tasting of Hurricane

At sixteen, he hammers

black stones

to fit over breasts,

to bless the new wine

tasting of hurricane.

Poetry & ProseRobert HirschfieldApril 23, 2018Robert Hirschfield, Steve cannon, a gathering of the tribes, Poems, New York Poets, New York Poems, LGBTQ Writers, LGBTQ Poems, LGBTQ Poets, Tasting of Hurricane, Trans-Boy Rising, Trans Ghost

Two Poems

Paint brushes

how many times my mind wanders,
Journeys, to thoughts of you
Memories that at times fail me

Poetry & ProseLuci BerriosMarch 31, 2018a gathering of the tribes, Luciann Berrios, New York Writers, New York Poets, New York Poems, Brooklyn writers, Steve Cannon, The Moon, The Moon The Sun and Stars, Paint Brushes, poems, Women poets, women writers

Gout Before Remission

Gout Before Remission

Jacitation
Jacitation

Jacitation

and no Amelioration

Poetry & ProseRyder W. MillerMarch 28, 2018Ryder Miller, Poet, New York Poets, New York Poems, a gathering of the tribes, Steve Cannon, Gout in Remission, Poem, poetry, Contemporary Poets

NYC Subway Poem

NYC Subway Poem

Fun now
to take the late train in the evening
Sort of an evening out
even if one is going home.

Poetry & ProseRyder W. MillerMarch 19, 2018Ryder Miller, Steve Cannon, gathering of the tribes, Poems, Poetry New York, New York Poets, New York Poems, NYC Subway Poem, NYC Subway Culture, NYC Subway, NYC Metro Art, NYC Subway Art

2 Poems

2 Poems

is probably an athlete,
or dancer--tall, slim easy
in her limbs as she rubs

Poetry & ProseEve PackerMarch 15, 2018Eve Packer, A Gathering of the Tribes, Poems, Poetry, Contemporary Poets, Women poets, New York poems, Steve Cannon, the younger woman, you can

Two Poems

Two Poems

I awoke in the morning on Dr. King’s Day
with his voice, his Dreams

Poetry & Prose, On our mindsStephanie LaterzaMarch 15, 2018gathering of the tribess, Poems, New York Poets, women poets, Stephanie Laterza, Steve Cannon, Poetry, Contemporary Poets

Miracles4sale

Miracles4sale

Mom always says I ran before I could walk
don’t ask me how

Poetry & ProseBill Dunn-Roman March 15, 2018New York Poetry, Steve Cannon, a gatherung of the tribes, New York Talent, poem, Poems about Moms, Poems on miracles, Bill Dunn-Roman, young poets

POEMS OF THE FREAK

POEMS OF THE FREAK

Only his mother ever saw his face.

Poetry & Prose, On our mindsJulio MarzanMarch 7, 2018Poetry, mother, father

Three Poems

Three Poems

but i’m
gonna make this simple
you
kinda make my eyes dance and
i’m on an endless river bank
fuchsia rose petals under feet

Poetry & Prose, On our mindsJacquese Armstrong February 26, 2018poetry, music, art, trees, nature, marvin gaye