Ryan Quinn Flanagan

The Healing Tower A Poem Composed by Ryan Quinn Flanagan  One last way to say goodbye from the steps of the healing tower – how one thing keeps moving long after another …
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Devils in the Canyon A Poem Composed by Ryan Quinn Flanagan Furnished for devils of an unrivaled hell. Cradles of milk, the womb holds it well. Ecstatic faces, wet gardens appall. …
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Flowers  A Poem Composed by Ryan Quinn Flanagan  The flowers were for the funeral. Someone died and the living brought all that life to honour the dead. Dressed in black like a failed crayon box, but the flowers were…
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The Sunbathers   Poem Composed by Ryan Quinn Flanagan     It was summer, along Broadmoor Avenue. Very hot. When the sunbathers climbed up on their roof. These two men of middle age. Got shirtless and drunk and…
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Wild Grasses A Poem Composed by Ryan Quinn Flanagan   The giant doors to the great library are opened. There is delight in sun-swum walls. The unkeeled pitch of wild grasses. A…
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Factories In My Mouth Will Bring Better Days A poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan As favours do not diminish, I will slime through the stabbing thorns for you. And I open my mouth and a factory appears, and when…
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Lucky Break A Poem Composed by Ryan Quinn Flanagan I am walking into the Foodland along Hillside Drive, South in Elliot Lake. This middle-aged woman outside on her smoke break. Jaundiced and…
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Beware the Dentist Who Insists On Lying Through Your Teeth A Poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan  She melts into a giant soaker tub and I think of butter, wonder why chickens are made to eat their own thighs, valleys…
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The Kid with the Rattlesnake Kite A Poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan This little boy pulls shed rattlesnake skin down off a tree branch. Runs around with it dragging behind him in the wind like a scaly…
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The Boat Suitors A poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan  I hear the resonance of water, the lifeblood, by the dock at sur le mors or dack at surly mor as our cockney ferryman says, these two competing suitors seated at the bow of a…
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