Poet's Corner

Poet’s Corner: Snowy Owl

By Philip A. Zentz Snowy Owl takes to flight On lumbering feathered wings Broad in body, white on white With only a hoot he sings Vanishing into the snowy night Not a silent majestic soar Against gravity he fights Takeoff, a solemn...

Poet’s Corner: Dune

By Steve Ewing Great sentinel of sand how quietly you stand and slowly shed yourself into the sea Beaches sprawl beneath aprons at your feet while silently you creep away into the deep (Truro) Steve Ewing is a dock builder, living in Edgartown, with his wife Claudia. Steve is the town's...

Poet’s Corner: The Whole of Us

By Jeffrey Agnoli Only part of us believes what can be seen matters more than what is unseen Only part of us believes to mistrust others is smarter than to trust others Only part of us believes weapons are more powerful than wisdom Only...

Poet’s Corner: Christmas Offering

By Lee H. McCormack Sacrifice is the source of life: We must always give away what we want most. To live each day one asks the light for succor One bows in dark and whispers Praise for all that...

Poet’s Corner: I thought I saw Carly Simon

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I thought I saw Carly Simon at the town dump, tossing her hair in case she was recognized. At least I thought it was her, and I thought it was the town dump because, surely, she has people. Just as...

Poet’s Corner: Before Christmas on Cuttyhunk

By Jim Lowell Now the wind has swung from Uncatena to Noman’s and the trawlers are in Quick’s Hole throbbing toward their haul. On the deserted dock one gull with one leg and one hungry eye remembers a summer of bounty when...

Poet’s Corner: Tantrum

By Barbara Peckham The wind is having a tantrum. It whines and screams and Howls around the house, Tearing at the shingles, Whacking the roof with branches, Blowing porch chairs into a corner, A loose cushion into a puddle On the next...

Poet’s Corner: All I ever need

By Philip A. Zentz Give me a place to stand A little shelter above my head Some earthly sustenance With its abundance we all are fed I need no more than this For life is full of bliss If I should...

Poet’s Corner: The Villagers

By Jill Jupen When you count the villagers, you have to count the scarecrow. I turn you over again & again trying to find the side of you I used to understand. When did I reduce you to a statue the size of my...

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...
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