Tears, Finally
In isolation since March 11, 2020. Ten weeks of being in the house with a crushing feeling of nothingness and helplessness and anger and fear. The overwhelming sorrow at taking … Continue Reading Tears, Finally
..day 77..
Originally posted on sonja benskin mesher:
..day 77.. or should i say 11 weeks and i wonder what happens next so the horses were in the long grass this morning…
Perhaps…. (By Carol Hopkins)
Complaining seems to be as much a virus as Covid-19 and, although not fatal, can be debilitating. I know I am just as guilty of complaining from time… Perhaps….
No regrets
I would tellwhat percolates within me,but it’s not grand enoughfor a pauper’s poem.The thing that rises from the breast,reddening the earsand brewing these tears.But I stay shut,and quit of speech.Held … Continue Reading No regrets
Let’s Walk Up the Hill
Originally posted on Timeless Classics:
***** Let’s walk up the hillLet’s go see some lifeGo witness some loveSome labor, some strife Let’s walk by the waterLet’s let the sea airBlow…
first impressions
Confronted with mountains, I dredge up a dream. Of jumpers in bat suits, those stylish suicides.
Imagine that
What does it hurtto give way to imaginings,at least for a time?To close all the doors and windows,pull the drapes,and make some hot tea.To conjure some moorsand wuthering weather,hear a … Continue Reading Imagine that
Illiterate by Henna Johansdotter
https://hjdpoetry.wordpress.com/2020/05/23/illiterate/ Every time I finish a sentence it sickens like a feral animal just outside the range of headlights stuck on a highway of what I couldn’t tell. Illiterate
My poem “the world of our making” up at Spillwords, and translated in Romanian by Virginia Mateias
I am thrilled that my poem “the world of our making” was published by Spillwords Press , and it was translated in Romanian by Virginia Mateias. … My poem “the … Continue Reading My poem “the world of our making” up at Spillwords, and translated in Romanian by Virginia Mateias
Bearing Grace… by Ana Daksina
… Bearing baby Grace, you see Made a woman out of me Bearing Grace
Doctor Doctor
cigarette burnsunder the sheets the temporary bee stingsof random needlings pinpoint pricks purposely playedbait for a loon’s scratchings mad reveries in broad daydraw attention to comic despair Oh Doctor DoctorCan’t … Continue Reading Doctor Doctor
The road is long
In fable days I took a dare to try the mortal maze They shut the door when I went in to walk its narrow ways I felt a fool and … Continue Reading The road is long
When I wished upon a star
There’s a small cabin in the pines by a secluded lake in north Ontario. I had rented it for two weeks every summer for twelve years. The Belvedere it is … Continue Reading When I wished upon a star
Gerald….by Elan Mudrow
He had lost an eye. Though, its orb still in its socket had turned a blurry blue, misty, had developed a different kind of sight. It was a pain … … Continue Reading Gerald….by Elan Mudrow
Devil’s Waltz
Looks like we’ll dance once more,brother-in-arms.My accoutrements are lacking,now,and I must bear this bareness.Tear off a strip,if you will,or make the unkindest cut.But knowthat I’ve developed a tastefor immolation.
We come from the sun
We come from the Sun,they say to me,from the wrong side of my ear.But why?Why for?I mumble in cotton.For answer,they show their hands,oven-mittened.See. See our thumbs.They are wide.Splayed and strong.We … Continue Reading We come from the sun
