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Music Poems

Poems and Essays:

Brag: Karl Carter

Chopin in Exile; Playing Brahms’ Intermezzo in A Major: Carol Jennings

Flamenco: Alexis Soto (translated by Allyson Lima)

For The Freddies (And Curtis Mayfield): Bernardine (Dine)Watson

Godmother; Sheet Music; Microelectronic Sonnet: Terence Patrick Winch.

Great music: Dmitry Blizniuk

Interludes at Union Station; Colony Collapse Disorder: Raga Ayyagari.

Je suis Paris, Never Haiti: Luz Stella Mejía

Marching On; Sophia Naz.

Offbounce: Jules Desroches

Père Lachaise Cemetery, 1991: William Notter

Selektion (1943): Michael H. Levin

Sonny Boy Williamson I: Clifford Bernier

The arc of the rainbow has only one arrow: Kirk Greenway

The Blue Years; When The Sky Is Upside Down: E. Ethelbert Miller

logoBeltway Poetry Quarterly is an award-winning online literary journal and resource bank that originated in Washington, DC and the surrounding Mid-Atlantic region. We are now a global beltway, encircling the epicenters of major metropolises everywhere.

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To-night took a long look at the President’s House. The white portico—the palace-like, tall, round columns, spotless as snow—the walls also—the tender and soft moonlight, flooding the pale marble, and making peculiar faint languishing shades, not shadows…everything so white, so marbly pure and dazzling, yet soft—the White House of future poems, and of dreams and dramas, there in the soft and copious moon…

— Walt Whitman

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