Saturday, April 20, 2024

Poet's Corner

Poet’s Corner: Just Sweet Enough

By Kristen G. Norman     If your life Had been A full pie — native berry Or even A spongy cake It was Cut in half Yet, that life was full Have to remember Such; and recall it Sweet native berry, Delightful one Sure glad...

Poet’s Corner: The News

By Jeffrey Agnoli   The river of News that we enter daily maddens and saddens but as its waters swim through us can sometimes gladden. There are random flowers of kindness and sacrifice and benevolence (nothing, of course, is really random) blooming everywhere across Fear's...

Poets corner: Whimsy

By Jim Lowell   The Turnabouts are flying in a breeze, Tacking their way to listless moorings. My son is at the tiller of his youth, Racing Whimsy past imagined rivals. The sense of fall is on the water...

Poet’s Corner: Small Craft Warning

By James Lowell Gust knocks are gathering for a blow where boats tug at their moorings, gulls become sea hawks in the upwell. I hold the suicide knob on my Edson wheel of my Everglades, heading to my piling...

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The Window By Jill Jupen The window in the old house looked out and saw everything the window had ever seen. The day the wind blew down the poplar the window loved to watch, the poplar whose leaves danced like silver coins...

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The Poet’s Cauldron By Lenny Hall A sea soup of letters Hard boiled into inky symbols Apothic magical work sorcery A sensory amalgam of mind-altering fare The porridge of emotions Spells and potions The black magic of human thoughts Melodic pharmacology Stirring — whirling...

Poet’s Corner: Real March Madness

By Elaine Boettcher The cold and bitter winds of March encased in ice the cherry blossoms snapped the wildly waving limbs of black and brittle trees, hurled shingles from the trembling shed, smack-crashed the kitchen window Listen to its moans and...

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Crows Gather Each Morning like Cambodian Elders By Jill Jupen Early each morning the crows gather around and take turns cawing at each other like the Cambodian refugees used to gather in a tiny Vermont village squatting in a semicircle cawing loudly in turn discussing the...

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San Miguel By John Eisner what convergence of wind, blood and dust has formed almost in my image and settled here what ancient ritual of sorrowful beauty and exquisite pain reflected in this molten sky am I here to witness like a grand...

8 December, 1980

By Jill Jupen We lived on a dirt road that year surrounded by Jersey cows, beauty, and snow. Unimaginable snow for the start of December. The baby was five months old, the best age until the next best age came along. You...

Poet's Corner: Tuesday’s Child

By Rob Burnside There's a large lady blocking the Poetry/Literature aisle at my favorite bookstore. She's standing square across the thoroughfare, reading intently, looking very much like my 10th grade English teacher when he was about to recite Keats...

Poet's Corner: Tuesday’s Child

By Rob Burnside There's a large lady blocking the Poetry/Literature aisle at my favorite bookstore. She's standing square across the thoroughfare, reading intently, looking very much like my 10th grade English teacher when he was about to recite Keats...

Poet's Corner: Trumped

By Annette Sandrock So Trump made it in, he did. We'll see what he does. We know what he was. But none of that matters now, you see. It’s what’s in our future concerns you and me. Some promised if Trump made it...

Poet's Corner: Dreaming Nepal

By Valerie Sonnenthal silencing her words lips moving wordless breeze swallowing syllables caught like a tumor growing slowly her throat aching hands twisting body somewhere dust thickened eyes blink between dreams days like yesterday calm carrying on errands at the market life a dream she once was living thankful now thick in the thick slow stuck...

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Political Dreams By Barbara Peckham To the far left Of right Is in between Where truth Rolls in the grass Hiding underneath Gay red flowers That deceive The eye and Lies flourish Like poppies Opium dreams Dulling the senses To all But the noise Of the approaching Lawnmower Barbara Peckham has lived on...

Poet's Corner: Autumn

Autumn visits us here today With all the leaves in disarray Green brown and orange there Scattering acorns in the air Swishing through the pile of leaves Getting them stuck on our sleeves Such fun this time of year With the...

The Hurricane Hush

By Stephanie R. Bryant Oh, Dear Father Time … he tells a terrific tale of “The Bravest Bird in Flight!” Who made his way in hurricane winds one late Northeastern night. The day was stirring of old...

Poet's Corner: Pond Poem

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swallows carried words slipping from my tongue swooping curves wingspans dive flapping speed no longer dissonant vowels falling consonants buzzing crickets zing eyes on heaven as letters plink like drizzle on an evening pond on high behold lovely chaos rains never wanting to say the unsaid or words sung at sundown a breeze...

Poet's Corner: A Tuesday evening in Edgartown

By Rachel Alpert A Tuesday evening in Edgartown Six chimes elude from the Old Whaling Church bells sonorously ringing in the evening overture. A guitarist crescendos on the Harbor View packed porch, each delicato pick and strum vibrates my...

Poet's Corner: Fair Wind

Fair Wind By Steve Ewing With hiked up trou a big smiling grin A smooth amblin gait his brown weathered skin Hailin’ from Cuttyhunk the last of the chain Grew up on seaweed pure salt in his veins Good with a boat sure in a...