Voyage

The bald eagles Launch from the bleached Pole trees and Soar up and up over The head of the photographer below. Sixteen in all. Click, click, click She captures them oblivious And smiles to see them free and together Before turning away for the long trek home oblivious To their sharp eyes on her watching […]

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Good Friday Sacrifice

It’s Good Friday When the hordes Demanded blood Not theirs but another’s For the sin of uttering words They didn’t want to hear For not uttering the words They wanted to hear Words that rang, that sang, that clanged In their heads Of a Reality that doesn’t exist. It’s Good Friday When the people Demanded […]

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February. A Poem.

February. In the old days, snow so deep    you sunk up to your knees, slipped and slid       on the unshovelled walks. February. In the new days, no snow,    that counts anyway. February. In the old days, cold so sharp   you huddled in your fur coat, your wool coat,     your scarf […]

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Falling Down the Highway, A Poem

A hard-yet-easy poetry prompt for this Wednesday by Robert Brewer for Poetic Asides. It’s the hard things that happen to us that lend themselves most easily to poetry, not necessarily to writing good poetry but just writing it period. “…write a poem about something you’ve been through. For instance, you may have been through a […]

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