L.G. COREY is the author of four books of poetry -- Sausalito Poems, Rats' Alley Poems, The Kalidas Verses and Shards of Glass -- all brought out over the past years by the British book publisher, Platypus Press, Ltd. (Larry just finished a fifth collection, 85 Meaningless Poems, currently looking for a publisher.)
His works also have appeared in Right Hand Pointing, Rogue Poetry Review 2015, Kairos, RAUM, FUG.UES, Chaffey Review, Empty Sink, Unlost : A Found Poetry Review, Dead Snakes, Corvus Review, The Literary Commune, Danse Macabre (France) , Kalyna Review (Ukraine), Hot Tub Astronaut (Scotland), California Journal of Poetics, Red Savina Review, Chaffey Review, Poetry Pacific, Empty Sink, Snapping Twig, Screech Owl and others.
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1. BLANK PAGE
what the hell
is?
what the hell?
what the hell
is
what?
that.
this.
these.
those.
(dat dis dese dose)
rapping tapping
on
my bedroom
door,
my kitchen
door,
the closet
door,
the cellar
door,
“anybody home?! anybody home?!”
it says it
says.
just the wind
it says,
just the wind.
nothing more.
.
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2. TRINITIES
by lgcorey
three on a
match
sidewalk crack
broken mirror
shadow, lost.
reflection,
lost
also soul,
lost lost lost
in threes.
three shards of
glass,
three sidewalk
cracks,
three lighting
the match
one two three
three two one.
now leave this
place;
the work is
done
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3. THE UNMOVED MOVER
The shadow in the woodshed
sees without being seen,
hears without being heard,
touches without being touched.
The shadow at the top of the stairs,
the shadow in the closet,
the shadow gathering dust in the attic
scratch at doors,
snuffle behind closed doors,
spy through keyholes of locked doors.
They smell our thoughts,
taste our feelings,
suck our eyes.
“Bring
out your dead!”
they cry from the woodshed,
from the top of the stairs,
from behind the locked doors.
“Bring
out your dead!”
they call from the attic.
(Gathering dust in the attic.)
And they write on the mirrors,
they write on the walls,
they write on our foreheads,
while we smile in our sleep
and the cracked egg falls.
