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    Ambrosia: An OWS Ink Poetry anthology
    Ambrosia: An OWS Ink Poetry anthology
    Ambrosia: An OWS Ink Poetry anthology
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    Ambrosia: An OWS Ink Poetry anthology

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    Delight in the nectar of the gods. Feed your mind with Ambrosia Less

    Whispers to the gods are like honey from a poet's lips. When several poets raise their voices together, it's a sacred feast of memories and dreams. Poetry is divine food for the soul, full of emotion and celestial feeling. Join us in our longing, our pain and passion, heartache, logic and insanity, fear, faith, confusion, hope, unity, solitude, daily life, political strife, and more.

    From the creative minds of:
    Eric Keizer, A.L. Mabry, Sam DeLoach, Alyssa Trivett, Mello Sakia, Stacy Overby, Phillip Matthew Roberts, Veronica Falletta and Stephanie Ayers.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOWS Ink
    Release dateNov 20, 2018
    ISBN9781946382122
    Ambrosia: An OWS Ink Poetry anthology

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      Ambrosia - OWS Ink

      Dedication

      This book is dedicated to all those who feel too deeply. We understand your struggle. The good, the bad, and the ugly. This project was a labor of love between the poets involved and the Our Write Side team. Now we aim to take that love and put it to good use. The royalties from Ambrosia will be donated to theAmerican Foundation for Suicide Prevention. This is a cause that all of us at OWS feel strongly about and we are honored to be able to contribute to their efforts and programs.

      Eric Keizer

      Eric Keizer lives in Northern Illinois with his wife Julie and their dog, Edith. He earned his B.A. in English from Drake University, and his M.A Ed. and teaching license from Aurora University in 2013.

      His first poetry collection, Urban Mythology, hit the shelves in 2017, and he is currently working on his second collection, as well contributing to anthologies like Ambrosia."

      Travis and Trevor

      First came Travis,

      And I missed

      Hisfirstsmilehisfirstwordhisfirststep.

      And sometimes,

      I’d come home from work and scold him

      And later,

      on those nights,

      Suzanne and I would

      Quietly giggle at that time

      He dropped the f-bomb out of the blue,

      In church.

      I bought him a plaster bust of Beethoven,

      And called him Schroeder,

      And he’d talk with the bust while he practiced Greensleeves

      and fall asleep,

      With our beagle close beside him.

      I wondered if he’d resent me,

      For the tough decisions and time apart,

      When he was older and on his own,

      And I was growing feeble and tired,

      And was suddenly,

      On my own.

      Then came Trevor,

      And I was there for

      Hisfirsttouchdownhisfirstgirlfriendhisfirstcar.

      And sometimes,

      I’d look up from the want ads

      And later,

      on those nights,

      I’d look at Suzanne’s picture

      Quietly cry for missing her,

      And shout an f-bomb, or two,

      At heaven.

      I bought him an autographed football,

      And called him Sweetness,

      And he’d talk about the college recruiters who came to see him practice,

      And fall asleep,

      With our beagle close beside him.

      I wondered if he’d visit me

      For we’d spent so much time apart,

      Now that I’m older and on my own,

      And have grown feeble and tired,

      & have become,

      All alone.

      Columbia

      Wicked cabals rule the right,

      Autocrats extinguish Liberty’s flame,

      Steeped deep in false tragedies,

      Power/ hunger driving them insane.

      Insane.

      Bloated black flies on my lips,

      We all are now just corpses, can’t you see?

      Sacrificial throw aways

      Pawns in manufactured anarchy.

      Anarchy.

      There’s no saving the undead

      Zombies on this hypersonic trail

      As surely as we’re born to die

      Predestined just to fall apart and fail.

      We’ve failed.

      Sundials

      Sundials have no place

      Filling in

      As

      egg timers.

      But destiny

      & fate

      Leave muddy shoeprints

      On calendar pages

      And linoleum tiles.

      We hang above

      rising quicksand pools,

      By nothing more

      Than crumbling watchbands

      And sheer force of will.

      We drag

      Our chains

      Along dirt lined highways,

      Accumulating

      seasons and wrinkles,

      never quite safe,

      never quite satisfied,

      and never outrunning

      the flowing sands.

      Watching Neighbors Move Out

      Feelings once flowed

      between

      now

      frozen lovers,

      granite shorn clean,

      as snow packed glaciers

      sweep detritus

      of fractured dreams away.

      Tiny promises uttered,

      f l o w i n g l i k e

      forgotten parables,

      ululating parabolas,

      which came back to haunt them,

      in ice congealed veins,

      and spine chilling screams,

      at full moons

      and

      whisper soft

      high tides.

      The Gift

      I

      Blaring claxons break dreams,

      Of financial solvency

      and American picket

      Fences,

      Across wide open plains marred

      With asphalt veins.

      Moribund arteries,

      Spew German hard lined engineering

      And Japanese efficiencies,

      Iron/ plastic cloaked ants on wheels, in

      Random amorous patterns,

      as walls come tumbling down,

      like Jericho in Spring.

      II

      Bakers and waitresses,

      Newspaper delivery drivers and garbage men,

      Gulp their too hot coffees,

      swallow baconeggsandtoast

      and slowly-slipping away dreams,

      shudder at strident traffic cop whistles,

      &

      Billowing curbside storm grate steam.

      Chasing, ever chasing

      Specters of our fathers’ visions,

      Of what constitutes success.

      Ants come marching down the street,

      Hurrah! Hurrah!

      Devouring life in sound bites,

      And uniformed drudgery,

      With heroine eyes, half closed,

      Still wary of the grift.

      III

      Just below Grand Avenue,

      A lumbering giant rushes,

      Shakes nouveau loft windows,

      And rudely belches acrid diesel love notes,

      to Union Station in the offing,

      like lovesick paramours,

      who have managed to stay on track,

      despite wanderlust

      and industry.

      One old man lets loose,

      Of failure for a moment

      (and an empty beer can filled cart)

      Places two nickels, barely touching,

      On mile marker 22,

      In anticipation of the 6:30 express,

      Raises a brown-bag-sheathed- bottle,

      And waits for the nature

      Of pressure and disease

      To run its inexorable course.

      He smiles at the largess,

      Of Haymarket House hot meals,

      And piss-stained

      Donated woolen pants.

      Reminders of when,

      He didn’t live on the street.

      IV

      Sadie locks her windows,

      Wraps her thin robe tighter,

      And sits to dream again.

      But sleep don’t come,

      With boys running wild,

      And drug punks breaking down doors.

      If Sampson was here,

      Everything would be ok,

      She’d ride him like he wanted,

      And he’d gently rock her to sleep.

      But Sampson ain’t comin’ back, child.

      Your daddy shot a man.

      Don’t matter that he shot him,

      To save me from a beating,

      He’s old and gray and all alone,

      And I eat cat food from a can.

      Cutter

      It was

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