Tuesday, November 29, 2022

Poet's Corner

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By Tracy Thorpe Dear Winter, How are you? Since I last saw you the birds have nested, fledged, and fattened for long flight and again, I feel the drowse pulled through my roots, trunk and twig. Now I must sleep, and...

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OMG! By Nancy Slonim Aronie Why did we ever put God so far away When clearly he’s in the amber glow Of my new lamp Lorie gave me? He’s in my garden, too. He’s pink and still growing Even after the...

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Overlooking the Dunes By James Miller With sunlight on their gentle back, I watch the current of green wind which blows left and right and then back like a pure soul who’s never sinned. For nature is clean of our...

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Gathering By Ellie Bates winterberry dressed the curve in the road along Mill Pond her naked branches burst with red berries carefully I step to cut several stems as cars speed by add them to crimson stalks from the...

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Effortlessly By Mark Halperin Today my postponed life came to a crystallized moment as I hesitantly snowshoed on three feet of freshly fallen snow asking myself “how shall I live?” Then in the void of silence in these woods shocked surprised overwhelmed in the present, I heard the loving hugging enveloping sound...

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Bedtime Story by Nicole Jackson  I write at night, Between my ears words take flight. Judgement free, finally. Empty my head and flush it free. Delete all day's burdens inside of me. My mind continues to roam, Finding the words to match...

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Orange By Lucas Thors Best put on that dingy vest Slightly too large and less than chic Or the hat that doesn’t leave the mudroom hook Save for walks on a day when the sky is wake-you-up blue. Early in...

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Do Birthdays Grow Old? By Don McLagan Do birthdays grow old, gain weight and go grey As they’re called on to celebrate each year on their day? Do their joints and their muscles grow stiff and unused With so...

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Sounds of water on the shore By Jonathan Burke Sound of water on the shore Sound of water on the shore. Curling seas break on the land. One another play upon the sand. Sound of water on the shore Sound of water on the shore. Little...

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doing new york times crossword by candlelight i wish i were brighter Michael Oliveira has lived and worked on Martha’s Vineyard for decades. He currently lives in East Falmouth. Poets with a connection to Martha’s Vineyard are...

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By Michael Oliveira where the hell is terms? the place everyone seems to finally come to   we have black squirrels my mind sees only shadows that have broken free   prosciutto slices kalamata olives and a debt to my tongue   remember the things you'd like to...

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I carry  By Ellie Bates I carry six thick green stalks heavy with golden flowers three inches wide  hundreds of pointed petals around a topaz center and heart shaped leaves  my arms tire with the weight as I...

Poet’s Corner: In Memory of Arnie Reisman

RIP Arnie By Valerie Sonnenthal his voice distinct and warm is that a Denver accent? he a master of making every moment count recounting with wit a wry time had when he was there history in the making a surround sound full on being where none...

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cloak and merge  By Susan Puciul bees blinded in goldenrod mossy bank of pond all a-hum one white butterfly wilds out from cream-colored clump of honeysuckle in bloom Eel Pond mirrors original face of bluest sky clouds  silent music purring across the tongue of a late...

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if you can make a poem today I will read it By Valerie Sonnenthal perhaps it's like making the bed needing to care all is pulled tight clear corners edges sharp despite soft layers of summer quilts Pakistani blankets that...

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DEEP ENOUGH Big Sky Montana By Fan Ogilvie It doesn’t take more than a couple of feet of clear flowing water to row a boat down the Madison River in Montana. It doesn’t take more than a couple of feet of...

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Passage By Don McLagan And there on a line, like a child’s string of ducks, our four Herreshoffs towed toward Menemsha. Four stout shapely boats obediently following a small tug over the fickle crest of Vineyard Sound. Soon enough, we will break...

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I saw an old man By Peter Ledermann I saw an old man who looked like a tree he said no one saw him (no one but me) so he let me lie down with my back to...

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SEVENTY By Warren Woessner Pine sap in my hair, sun in my face, Steve joking, pointing out the peaks above me on the ridge I couldn’t quite climb. Still, the stream Far below my boots is a bright ribbon tying up the basin like...

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RUNNING By Sam Low Those fragile gossamer days on the island when we raced across the big lawn of stubby grass by the summerhouse. Running over the hard blades of grass with the sun at our backs and the...