Poetry

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
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The Leader

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

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

"It was the little old ladies in tennis shoes / who saved my life when I was young.
" Pamela Haines
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These Times

"These times have left us nothing to defend, / And Rigel arcs its way into the night. . . ." Charles Thomas
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