Wednesday, August 5, 2020

Poet's Corner

Poet’s corner: To This Wonder

By Jeffrey Agnoli In two days of storm all remaining leaves are shorn. Fields of diamonds open in the vastness between branches. In centuries of fear all angelic insight seems to disappear. Gardens of wisdom grow in the deep beds between errors. In endless years...

Poet’s Corner: Contemplating Connection

By Rebecca Perkalis Papers strewn about On a thick, cherry wood table A cold, blustery breeze Turns the curtains Jaggedly Papers strewn across The table Slipped under Table, chairs Spaces under the stove Secrets or sheets Hiding away I open the Pine door Whoosh of a fall gust gale Tries...

Poet’s Corner: The Life of Socks

By Nancy Langman First I’m a pair And then I’m not I went from socks To being sock Not sure if I will ever see The other sock, part of me Lost but who knows where Owner searching everywhere In the drawer and...

Poet’s Corner: The shorter time

By Gerald Blake Storrow The shorter time is left to me,The less the rush. Whereas before, My mental foot could not refrain From tapping out impatiently My lifetime's wait for life To bloody well begin, these days It grips the...

Poet’s Corner: Tupelo

By Rachel Baird When I die and am released I want the bees to feed again on my vacant body, To swarm and land the way they do in spring, For my sweet thorn bones To carry the scent...

Poet’s Corner: I met a stone wall today

I met a stone wall today Our conversation was heavy The weight of the words and thoughts seemed unbearable Its stone boundary lines set limits to my limitless spirit The stones being visual manifestations of my allegorical time...

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

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

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...