(in honor of Petey Brucker) The barn swallows are back, Fresh from their long flight north. They sit on my carport roof And sing their nesting song. These old friends have returned On a day I mourn another friend, Dear Petey, who has passed on. I am grateful for their presence. Like detritus, irretrievable losses […]
Poetry
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Virginia St., fool
sometimes when a black hand is raised the two first fingers split in the air it doesn’t mean Virginia Street, fool all day!!, riding…, it just means peace. It just means peace Gregory Downing
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Poetry Takes Maternity Leave
The African violet dies. Though I’ve moved it to a new window, given it the perfect light, it seems I did too late. It takes every ounce of creative energy to make a new life. This week the nail beds form, there will be no poetry. Last week: all those vertebrae, a cord as powerful […]
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Take the Mods Thrifting
what goes better with the blue suede shoes: the pink peg slacks or the red blue jeans? This raspberry beret matches the pants, or I could do the fez and switch to the boogie shoes with the diamonds on the soles. Can I borrow your famous blue raincoat? The cheap sunglasses I got’ll accessorize with […]
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I want…
I want to be A good ancestor To plant seeds for Future generations To harvest I want to leave A foundation For strong community Happy and willing to Work together I want to work For bringing humanity Back to humans Because a good future A strong future Needs all of us Dottie Simmons
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How to Survive This
I won’t check the news right now if you won’t. Instead, let’s think about summer peaches so ripe we’ll eat them leaning over the kitchen sink, or the crunching sound of walking on snow, and that dusty smell of the first rain, Let’s imagine how it would feel to put on warm socks right out […]
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I Sang Guthrie For Guthrie in a Psych Ward
Baby, I sang Guthrie for Guthrie in a psych ward in ’61 Ode to the times, the times gone bye…Oh the times, they’re always a-changin’. Back then, a penny was worth something. Now, we just keep ‘um to smash ‘um Don’t think twice but time never stands still Yeah, now I cover Coldplay, and tour […]
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Rules for Living
Nobody wants to hear your story about how you almost didn’t choose the winning team in the March Madness bracket. Believe me. Nobody. Iain Macdonald
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Lingerings
We all leave our marks In the canopies of life, Breathlessly branching. Kirk Gothier
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SUBATOMIC
Each up, each down, each strange, and every charm that naively splits the atom from which ghost particles emerge and leave us puzzling over metaphors and their meaning, leads us closer to the place where we either grasp the existence of the Divine, or the necessity of it. You decide. Adrienne Veronese
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Midwinter Day
The air is crisp Sunshine streaming through the window With a bite A gentle breeze plays with the curtain. Trees jut up on The horizon, a row of clouds Blanket them Shaded dark as they ready for rain. Two birds, a third Appear in view as they frolic Across the sky A bar of blue […]
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Looking Out Towards endless waves Rolling in effortlessly Changing coastlines In ways unimaginable Just a few years ago. The air we now breathe Is no longer sustainable And our only planet Just continues to spin Out of control Looking In — Kirk Gothier