Wednesday, December 7, 2022

Poetry

Poet’s Corner

Jól By Lucas Thors Set the Jól log upon the scalding hearth and sing praise to the All-Father for giving his eye so we could see. Take shelter in the great hall for midwinter winds scream across the land and Aegir...

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Her Destruction From Wallace Stevens’ ‘Poetry is a Destructive Force’ Submitted by Fan Ogilvie Just to go the short distance to the fish store or was it the hardware store or the birdseed dog food plant store should she take...

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November Leafing By Ellen Story neighbor's raked piles escape onto the road I scuffle, shuffle kick oak leaves some colored like old honey some stuck together almost crunchy breezes welcome a few from an unloaded maple to dance, ochre filtered sunlight colors my white hair warms me  a slim beam showcases an old...

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Scary Times By Alida O’Loughlin Who will keep us safe? Safe from want, from crime, from war Who will keep us safe? Who will keep us safe: The ones who lie about the facts,= Who use vile words And demonize the Other? Who...

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Is Everything Fodder By Valerie Sonnenthal why dribble and drab why is not the question whose underhand is lower how low can this election go out one window a woman welded steel railing out another window a man pinned and repeatedly...

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Springer By Lucas Thors There’s this special path Never covered in leaf litter Where furry feet constantly compress So many memories Arlo springs Through briars and bright flowers Black curly ears become airborne So many acres to soar. Sometimes we make a game Out of...

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A Poem for the Corner Spot By Nicole Jackson Tried and true Holding the place Close to page two Hard returns All have their turns A special style Giving ample room Submissions are great Even when late Given a skip A designer here in a flip Ready...

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I don’t like pink By Donna Foster I don’t like pink. It’s not my color. Never has been. Particularly light pink. Some people look good in pink. Some people love pink. Pink is the favorite color of one man I...

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Equinox By Ellie Bates the arc of sun crosses the equator day and night are equal length in all parts of the world today’s news tells it differently dark and light are not equal more dark for immigrants seeking asylum herded from border...

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Islanders By Donald Nitchie Anyone who doesn’t want to leave. Orlando, sure, New England Aquarium, school vacations to Sanibel, Mt. Snow and if you can swing it, Aspen or Bora Bora but if you can’t, the Town & Beach Motel in...

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Vineyard Herreshoff Cup By Don McLagan We come to compete for the Cup From Chappy to the trail of Moshup. Menemsha, V-Haven, and E-town Contend in the Pond and the Sound. We duel it out in H12s For a trophy that...

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Climate Change By Vi Larsen A bottle floats helplessly into a mass of hungry plastic bobbing through the endless sea A polar bear stumbles weakly over the frozen tundra and collapses, its final icy breaths shakely exit A...

Billy Collins returns to Featherstone

Featherstone Center for the Arts welcomes back former U.S. Poet Laureate Billy Collins for a night of poetry, as well as a poetry writing workshop. Collins first came to Featherstone in 2007 and has returned...

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Tiasquam By Fran Schumer (to J.A.) I ride through the forest to buy chocolates for a friend. Dozens already on lengthy lines. Like the former mayor said: half the fun of going to the movies is the line. I eat leaves from turnips just picked,...

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By Nancy Slonim Aronie For my sister Grandma was the Red Cross I had no such first aid station except for her, my older sis she told me everything which I passed on to my fellow four-year-olds with perhaps a...

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Random Musings By Michael Oliveira let sleeping dogs lie — so those dogs who are awake must now tell the truth? if tempus fugit he should not take Spirit Air he'll always be late so funny how it's easy to turn a sentence into...

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Jackson Pollock By Paul Dawson Pollack’s beautiful messes have their own covert meaning sécreted in the raw materials of his soul. Peace is yet to be drawn from the chaos of experience and impressions, vulnerable and personal: Each painting a testimony, each painting a sacrifice of...

Powerful words

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It was a special night for the spoken word at the “Poetry on the Vineyard: Def Poetry Reunion” benefit performance at Martha’s Vineyard Performing Arts Center on Saturday. The performing artists, all stupendous wordsmiths,...

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Illumination Night: Oak Bluffs By Dionis Coffin Riggs (from “The Collected Poems of Dionis Coffin Riggs”) Just once each year I can recapture something Of childhood’s summer-scented magic When, on Illumination Night, The band plays in the park. And one by one,...

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Greetings By Dick Fligor to all, I nod my head from time to time. Eye contact kept with all comers. Coffee house culture gone… internet shy… I’ll keep writing to myself till my last goodby. So what to do, where to go now? Buried...