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Peter Schwartz
epistle
every creature suffers some shade of intimacy
knowing the wilderness always was
the better friend, the one so willing
to share a two-man hat
this democracy of thought
shows no bibliography against
my face with odds inside
each feature, the very leather
of responsibility
sinking, seeping
a cold-blooded touchstone–
a featherbone too much
to touch again;
broken at the doorstep
of self-nostalgia
on some inexcusable sunday
of the heart
a mutant voyeur, watched
to death like old toxicology
worried what foreigners might do
to sublet his crowded partnership
from its soft garage of pretty
yet cruel with magic
at last willing to accept
its violent number
on your twisted little abacus.
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Peter
Schwartz was born in 1970.
Years later he
earned his B.A. in Literature and Creative Writing. As dessert
to that experience he traveled through Israel, Egypt, and
Holland. Shortly after, he started his career as a musician. He is now
half of ear
(www.listentoear.com)
and plays classical piano by ear.
He has been published in such poetry journals as: Anthology, The
Auroroa Review, Barbaric Yawp, Becoming Journal, Curbside Review,
Freefall, Poetalk, Poetry Superhighway, Porcupine, Writers' Journal
and Zillah;
with many more pending. He is the editor of the poetry journal eye
(www.watchtheeye.com)
which focuses mostly on the
editors of poetry journals themselves. He is nice.
email: Peter Schwartz
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