Poetry

Poetry

My Body

The breath comes in. / I don’t know why. / I didn’t decide, / I didn’t try. Bud Clark
Poetry

Skaters

Disturbing oaks’ reflections, / the water striders swirl, spin, still / in the river’s quiet curl... Karen Kilcup
Poetry

While It Is Still Dark

While still dark enough to be called night, / yet just before dawn, I think of you hundreds / of… Ellen June Wright
Poetry

The Merry Love the Fiddle

I was 58 before I learned he used to fiddle... David Black
Poetry

Having to Live With

Sometimes it's your sleeping form next to me / your fingers curled at the nape of my neck... David Morse
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Practicing Steadfastness

When I ask myself, ‘What is devotion?’I find that my answers are all verbs: to kneel and kiss the ground, and then rise… Lisa Lundeen
Poetry

The Leader

He comes The Leader with much applause / and turning of heads and scraping / and bring out the candles… Nancy Thomas
Poetry

The Dreams that Shake Me Awake

FJ Poetry: ”How might I name the thunder / rumbling inside the landscape of my heart” Michael S. Glaser
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Some Days

Some days I want to tell the newscasters I don’t want to know about the brown-eyed little girl missing from… Colette Tennant
Poetry

The Second Blizzard

"At the supermarket, a friend stopped to talk about his flight back to the island..." Joan MacIntosh
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Dinner in Westport

"For dinner this evening / I’ll take the Serrano ham and sheep cheese..." Peter Moretzsohn
Poetry

Monument

"Your eyes are cells of shadow. / Your hands are empty...." Anne Myles
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