Sunday, February 28, 2021

Poet's Corner

Poet's Corner

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...

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Roots and Vines By Linda Bergeron Freedman Over the ocean they come by boat Some with jackets, some with coats They bike and hike and plan their day To forget their troubles far away The berries plum and berries blue Are...

Poetry Corner: Closing Time

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Last night, smoke, steak and wine. Up late — endless jokes about right women and wrong women This morning it's clear and cold. You cover the pontoon boat while I watch warblers blow away over the channel like yellow leaves In my hand, any one of...

Poets corner: Ocean Love

By Robert MacLean We walk in a daze of unconscious assumptions Oblivious of Divinity, assured of some whiteblack doom. We walk in projections, in mazes of our own making Separate from knowing our ocean origins — Those first miracle...

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August Sounds A best thing about summer is having the windows open, hearing the outside in every room, breezes lightly wafting or humidity heavily settling. Everything feels connected; birds, stars, crickets, and moon Just when I’ve grown accustomed to the sounds, no longer...

The Poet's Corner: The Last Sail

As the sun shined through She squinted her eyes And waves came crashing As they said their goodbyes He boarded Blue Heaven Up went the sails They exited the harbor On came the gales Two days and three nights The heavens did pour Two...

A Gay Head Wedding

By Mark Foster No matter what the wind and weather At the wedding of the waters Sea and Sound they merge together. Since time immemorial, daughter, Girls and boys have gone together Out into the world’s wide pasture With no thought...

Sky-Fall

By Lenny Hall I saw a feather fall today It seemed to sing                     to dance                     to play upon the breeze of summer’s day its lightness and its freedom fly not from quill or wing on high but from the heart...
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