Friday, September 17, 2021

Poet's Corner

Poet’s Corner: Travellers

By George Mills Travellers crossing barren land pile up stones to mark the way. They fill their hands with the furious love of stones. When night comes they lie down with stones & pull the stars like dead leaves over them. They dream of ways to patch...

Poet’s Corner: Beach Plum Pickin’

Proud purple shifting shades of red Hugging clean green leaves tucked in sandy bed Pumped up with summer sun just fresh from rain I kneel to bend and pluck fistfuls and drift Into that picker’s dream of jelly jars and old-time kitchen smells That linger on the edge so precious and so real Steve Ewing is...

Poet’s Corner: Neighbor

by John Ortman "Hello, neighbor," he said, reaching across the leaning wire with a strong hand calloused by the hoeing, to make me welcome; Handing me some garden tomatoes all his own. His smile and tired blue eyes were...

Poet’s Corner: Dragonfly

By Joel Holmberg Hovering over the still pond with four wings blue transparency with less than one minute of life the sun bright on water and wings with a few billion years left the entire universe showing no signs of slowing down does it matter to any of these fragile things Joel Holmberg,...

Poet’s Corner: Dragonfly

My daughter is a dragonfly and hovers at the edge of colors soft as the wings that whir around her. Gentle and wild, she lets her lovers wound her, lowers her voice and cries, and I try...

Poet’s Corner: In Praise of Dirt

Beneath our notice, background, base — primal field, the force that molds us; this planet's still our refuge place — gravity still hugs and holds us. We occupy the middle ground, between the sky and living earth; both large and...

Poet’s Corner: Zach’s Beach

The path through the dunes goes between two worlds and leads to the essence of the island. The herald given by blue flags is followed by beach roses, scents released by the heat hanging heavy on the lee side of...

Poet’s Corner: Knowledge of Pineapples

By Jill Jupen Did you know in the kitchen that morning, sun streaming through the screen door when you said, "I will show you the best way to cut a pineapple."? Did you know and so take a few moments more than were necessary to slice...

Poet’s Corner: Illuminated by the Light

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It could be imagined That a ship, sailing north to Newport with a cargo of sugar and molasses, was shipwrecked on Gay Head. It is conceivable When the ship broke up, the sugar dissolved, the casks of...

Poet’s Corner: 125 2nd Avenue: A Poem for Sago

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Pull the splinters from my eardrums so I can hear what it sounds like when the earth stumbles on a Thursday afternoon when it cracks a stranger’s shoulder open on the way down and gasps Wash the dirt from Friday’s...

Poet’s Corner: When the Trees Are Gone

When the trees are gone and they will be truly gone we will no longer find their solace of shade on a cloudless summer day then they will be forgotten for how can we live in the world other...

Poet’s Corner: Again

Six lobster pots Lifted from the bay By the captain, orange gloved With foul weather gear to match He checks his catch No luck Toward the jetty He steers his boat Wide beamed and modest Replenishes the bait Attaches steel traps To a long line Drops...

Poet’s Corner: Home

So hoist the sails and cast her off We’re free as we can be Leave the mainland far behind And head her out to sea Forget the stragglers Let ’em stay Set the course in stone Do not waver Do not stray Steer her straight for home Steve Ewing is...

Poet’s Corner: Island, Life

 Helpmeet, provisions, the bleating goat and crowing cock of the island where palm fronds like fish spines chime life’s rhythms of waves and wind in a bleached conch’s cornucopia of sighs, as in the guava’s shadow, a...

Serenity

Chaotic chaos Splits me Into two As a Tiny pill splitter Permanently Arms, legs Move without Careful consideration I want To be ONE Calm and relaxed Under the Blazing Oranges, yellows, reds Of A Menemsha sunset Where the Seagulls pass by With extraordinary ease Where fish soak In the Relaxing colors I spread My arms Sand Underneath my feet I stand Rebecca Perkalis...

Poet’s Corner: The Letting

Vital liquid pours warm draining, staining my hand — The letting now uncontrolled, frightening, new. Red? No; brown brings relief: It was the oil plug I pulled and this is not transmission fluid. After 40 years of working with technology, and...

Poet’s Corner: Beach Road

Beach Road. From Five Corners to Eastville. Stretch of road written of our own quill. Sunny day, wonder of that ahead. Love and death? It is the demons we dread. Lines of cars snake along this short route. In the air — Sounds of my...

Poet’s Corner: The Lyme Song of B. Afraid Burgdorferi

April is the crawlest month, bleeding … Let us go then, you and I like patients peroxided upon a table (I should wear white flannel trousers — twit, twit, twit — to the beach) "Hurry up please, it's Lyme" In the...
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