Category: poetry
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Watching Nat Geo gets my engine going with its brilliant animations and explanations of the processes that go on beneath our feet in the bowels and heart of the planet. Millions of years ago uncountable blankets of dead plankton settled into the bed of a dried-up antediluvian sea, descended far into the earth, were superheated…
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As difficult as it is now to imagine, as I child I was beyond timid. While in my imagination I could make things that were beautiful to my child-eyes, swim all day without tiring, ride a pony into the sunset, speak my mind without shaking, in actuality I was frequently frustrated by art that didn’t…
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“So real it sears my hands, this / drawing, Celtic oak of two minds . . . .”
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Cookies, candles, cards, and cash . . . with all our running amuck at the holidays, it’s easy to forget those who have grieved in the past year, or who grieve most at the holidays. This year, before you pack up or sit back for your joyful holiday, please remember friends who quietly hunker down in…
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Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings should be required reading for each presidential candidate this year, as well as for the rest of us who crave air and earth, word and music, story and myth, who measure our lives in the woes of flesh and the joys of spirit. To read Joy Harjo’s poetry, particularly Conflict…
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Hy-Brasil / by Kathleen McCoy in memory of Carole Dunson Moreau A big-hearted brainy broad born to be a teacher went to bed last night and never rose again, yet the sun dares shine without her. Chocolate turns to sand, to salt, to silt and still the earth is green. Hands must stroke the open…
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Part of the risk and exhilaration-cum-embarrassment of writing daily and posting daily for the 30/30 Project is the sudden realization (after hours of drafting and editing) that two more tweaks would make a huge difference in your fledgling poem-child. Here’s today’s post, with alterations. If you’d like to support this nonprofit endeavor, please go to…
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in memory of Eva Leah Robinson McCoy Bite into the apple of love, enjoy its juice and let the seeds fall all around you. ~ Lips and hands must measure before they dispense their wares. ~ Set an extra plate for an unexpected guest— someday it could be you. ~ What you most despise in…
The Real McCoy 