Paul Sohar |
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The November Chosen Poet is Paul Sohar Please feel free to email Ace at: sohar.paul@gmail.com |
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AT HOME We keep the driveway clean and black, The house is there just like before, In daytime we must act all right, We must never, ever let it show Now we have the secret to hide by day, THE WHITE SHADOW OF FANTASY In a dark blue ocean of nude desires She waves toward me her willowy arms, Only a head of cabbage on the ground, to earth where I wait for a pair of boots WHEN GHOST CHILDREN SPEAK The voices of ghost children grow where the backs of chairs and sofas turn, their lives in pointed circles around the fanned by the naughty unseen children; next week or sooner when these voices |
Paul Sohar got a BA in philosophy and a day job in chemistry while writing in every genre, publishing fifteen volumes of translations from Hungarian, most significantly poetry by George Faludy “Silver Pirouettes” (Ragged Sky Press 2017) and Sándor Kányádi “In Contemporary Tense” (Iniquity Press, 2013).His own poetry: “Homing Poems” (Iniquity, 2006) and “The Wayward Orchard”, a Wordrunner Press Prize winner (2011). Prose works: “True Tales of a Fictitious Spy” (Synergebooks, 2006) and a collection of three one-act plays from One Act Depot (Canada, 2014). Magazines: Agni, Gargoyle, Pedestal, Rattle, and Rhino.
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