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Neil Ellman

New Jersey poet, Neil Ellman, has twice been nominated for Best of the Net, the Pushcart Prize, and the Rhysling Award from the Science Fiction Poetry Association. More than 1,000 of his poems appear in print and online journals, anthologies, … Continue reading

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Our World

(after the sculpture by Matt Devine) Our world a ball of twine raveled in its intricate complications confounded by complexity hovers inquisitive without a sense of gravity and prays for meaning in the perturbations of its soul. Neil Ellman

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This Too

(after the lithograph by Mark Fox) This too shall propagate crawl swim fly weave spider webs leave tracks in mud walk upright become another after-thought without a soul alive first then stone— without an after-life except as bone. Neil Ellman

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The Cyclops

(after the painting by Odilon Redon) If God had a single eye better than the one we have he could see as easily as a hummingbird on unseen light-speed wings in a clover-field of destinies and if He had a … Continue reading

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Neil Ellman

Neil Ellman has been nominated for various honors, including the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net and The Rhysling Award. Hundreds of his poems, many of which are ekphrastic and written in response to works of modern and contemporary art, appear in print … Continue reading

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Flowers of the Universal Flowering

(after the painting by Pavel Filonov) Flowers grow where no flowers grew take root in the glow of day’s first light. The flowering of the universe from seeds of sacrifice awakened from their sleep of night. Hear the yawn of … Continue reading

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The Conjurer

(after the painting by Hans Hofmann) Out of the fabric of his past from its tangled threads black defeats, blue indignities the embarrassments of red he wove a litany of lies cities sieged and taken nations conquered by his command … Continue reading

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The Cardinals Are Dying

(after the painting by Max Ernst) Too slow, too weak, too old to fly on confident, preternatural wings with only words a book and stars as guides the cardinals are dying fallen from grace their scarlet feathers litter the ground … Continue reading

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