Hello friends! Thank you for visiting our site and following The Blue Hour. If you haven’t bought a copy of The Blue Hour Anthology Volume One yet, here is a great way to purchase this book and our newest book written by Philip Vermaas. Both books are available for 25 dollars, they would otherwise cost … Continue reading »
The Tenth Year Remember the birch trees on our land? You cleared the area, snapping the thin white limbs, bundling them, then a hoist to your shoulders to carry them to the road, your cold cracked fingers dry and tight fisted after. Soon you spoke fewer words, you cradled the baby in the creaky rocker … Continue reading »
Con-Sensual In the future I will forgive my uncelebrated self for offense I am yet to do: un-touch her in those awkward ways, heal the scars that still blot past days. At dusk, I will lean into sad songs, appeasing the moments when I ignored her final whisper: glass flask bobbing on cheated sea, re-hearing … Continue reading »
Truant The streetlight turned red and when it did the rain also, as if it were blood splashing in the street forming rivulets over the ruby asphalt of thousands wounded, denied entrance to heaven. In The Distance The tall grasses in mocha and rhubarb bunch to catch a lethargic sun whose dictum that December be … Continue reading »
for I.M. Pei & the Suzhou Museum We are seduced by it, incited to prayer in the white cathedral, this Temple of Ra, light tumbling, floating around us. Wisterias in the atrium twist over themselves in a spotlight, all shadows washed clean, while outside, far mountains undulate in the pond, the rockscape reflecting, glittering. A … Continue reading »
http://www.etsy.com/listing/151297244/better-cigarettes-and-other-poems-by http://www.lulu.com/shop/philip-vermaas/better-cigarettes-and-other-poems/ebook/product-21022239.html Better Cigarettes and Other Poems by Philip Vermaas is more than a poetry collection. It is a 158 page book of stories in the form of poems that are based on real life experience. Philip was born in South Africa and spent time in Scotland and England. During his travels, he encountered various … Continue reading »
Provide us a poem of imprudence for every stanza of diplomacy we articulated for intrinsically it is our birthright. Permit us to ascend to celestial loftiness where lunar lungs inflate with platinum & silver as solar orifices draw in lustrous, bejewelled gold. And as we descend toward the terrestrial globe again, allow us to hold … Continue reading »
Drudgery it is, the iron walls and concrete blocks, Land of broken hearts and mended locks. Narrow road with people crowded, But beware, in deceit shrouded. Service is at beck and call, But no one there to take your fall. You look around for that oasis, which will lift the burden, That Promised Land, the … Continue reading »
Lost. One pair of eyeglasses prescription unique, last seen at the health club on the shelf in the shower. Lost. One Land’s End Grecian one-piece slender-swimsuit, like the little black dress for water Esther Williams wore. Whereabouts unknown. Lost and found. Car keys left on a dressing room bench at Kohl’s, Found at customer service. … Continue reading »
My mother’s veined hands are in her lap. The left hand starts rubbing the right hand. The right hand that’s her. The left brings it back from the chilly foreshore with its eager waves. Continue reading »
