May 2013
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Ghost of Earth Future (Poem)
As the water table rises you seep upward
a chilly ghost levitating
fluid limbs spread as the sun heats your body
water pools in finger lakes.
Water-striders wander the four directions of your surface
Etching ripples in their wake
Moss becomes algae, grass-kelp undulates
lotus roots deepen and take hold
You slowly stand on northwest feet, clenching a sapling.
Lotus petals burst...
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Waves (A Lesson in Poetic Sibilance by Albert...
Clear undulating waves play tag
with an omnipresent seashore;
each recurring breaker burbles
sounds from an ancient beginning
ebbing back to its salty self
with rhythmic perpetuity.
Subtle unvoiced fricative sounds
echo from sandy, shallow shoals
awash with vacant tiny shells
that once dwelled in this saline soup.
Gray and white gulls hover above
receding breakers scavenging
them...
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Conch (Poem by Albert Ahearn)
A seashell was the greatest find
for an eight year old at the time.
A conch shell was the most prized sought
elusive more often than not.
But when its found the finder gains
a worth much more than Mary Janes
and bubblegum he could wish for
from any corner candy store.
Within its aperture is filled
with sounds of surf and sea that thrills
his mind when pressed against his ear
then...
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The Salt Witch (Poem Excerpt by Audrey Howitt)
I am a child of brine and sea water,
a witch born
in the tidal push.
A soft foam gathers at my head,
the crust of salt flaking off the moonskin
of night’s dreaming—
the meeting of sun and moon at tide’s edge
pushing closer
in their wayward time.
Perched upon each wave,
pushing inward,
a bit of women’s salt,
pulling away each current,
a bit of man’s silt…
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Submission (The Blackening), A Poem by...
I’ll cover you with the night
And consume your seed and sin.
In willing prostration, I can swallow your shame;
Praising all that makes us Male.
You can change me from Priapus to Astarte;
While you rise and swell inside me.
Your god won’t find you here.
The pain is all mine and I welcome it
Like the explosion of life in the Phoenician desert.
I’ll color you...
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Calcify (Poem by J. I. Keaton)
We are carbon and vessels calcium pillars pressed together epidermal wars with limbs and fingers for soldiers Each sigh like a line from my favorite poem your whispers unravel the bonds keeping my flesh from yours pressing these layers of keratin into you with a desperate hunger I breath you in a vacuum of ecstasy consuming your words and gasps and my name, my name, my name letters on the...
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BONE OF SONG (The Muse of Compulsive...
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HAL-AN-TOW (Traditional May Day Song, Click on...
April 2013
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The Peace of Wild Things (Poem by Wendell Berry)
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me...
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WISTERIA (Click on arrow to play song)
Let’s...
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THE GOOD IN ME IS DEAD (For the Marathon Bombers;...
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Peace, Poet (Poem by Corinna Parr)
Each of us like you has felt this surge the rolling tide in ceaseless cycle; it demands we spill jellied hearts tangled fronds sea-picked spines upon an unforgiving shore.
Ann says: Among her many talents, Corinna Parr is a writer of literary erotica par excellance. You can find her work here.
Copyright 2013 by Corinna Parr.
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CASTAWAY (A Birth Song)
I welcome you my little...
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Kelly Mulhollan:
DESERT DREAM, My favorite...
March 2013
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Excerpt from "The End Comes Gradually" (Poem by...
when one studies the history of ecology one comes to the conclusion that progressively we see less and less of what was once seen of the wild each generation sees fewer birds than the last hears fewer songs in the forest sees fewer flowers hears fewer less intense song and buzz and insect din each generation is ignorant of the intensity experienced by the last one so that the smallest...
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Star Stuff (Poem Excerpt)
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust…
You are made of the sea and stars, and one day
You are going to find yourself again.
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Ann says: Who can say that death is not the greatest joy?
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Rain by Edward Thomas
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was born into this solitude. Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: But here I pray that none whom once I loved Is dying to-night or lying still awake Solitary,...
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The Broom o’ Cowdenknowes (Traditional Scottish...
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The Soloist (Poem by Umar)
She swam alone against the rhythm of the tide gliding sleekly just beneath the sea’s rippled skin. Spoondrifts, a briny mist of windblown tears, wove a tapestry from her ragged caps.
She did not dream of isles in the Gulf stream nor of oblong pools of sparkling chlorinates. She dreamt only of the sea: tides and currents shoals and depths, her will rooted in the moon.
She’d rest in place, in the...
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Hawk Roosting (Poem by Ted Hughes)
I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed. Inaction, no falsifying dream Between my hooked head and hooked feet: Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat. The convenience of the high trees! The air’s buoyancy and the sun’s ray Are of advantage to me; And the earth’s face upward for my inspection. My feet are locked upon the rough bark. It took the whole of...
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The Oneness (Poem by Margaret Atwood)
The moment when, after many years of hard work and a long voyage you stand in the centre of your room, house, half-acre, square mile, island, country, knowing at last how you got there, and say, I own this, is the same moment when the trees unloose their soft arms from around you, the birds take back their language, the cliffs fissure and collapse, the air moves back from you like a wave and...
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The Woman on a Piano (Surreal Short Story by Brian...
“Have you seen her perform before?” asked Ratigan. The rows were filling with vigorous men and well-fed women, each of them reviewing the postcards they’d purchased in the lobby. ”She was quite good in October at the Eureka Pier.”
Hoban put down his opera glasses. His orange beard stopped at his pasty, drooping face just in time, just before melding with the...
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February 2013
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After Years (Poem by Ted Kooser)
Today, from a distance, I saw you walking away, and without a sound the glittering face of a glacier slid into the sea. An ancient oak fell in the Cumberlands, holding only a handful of leaves, and an old woman scattering corn to her chickens looked up for an instant. At the other side of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times the size of our own sun exploded and vanished, leaving a small green spot...
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The Panther (Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke)
His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, the movement of his powerful soft strides is like a ritual dance around a center in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Only at times, the curtain of the pupils lifts,...
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Goldilocks and the Three Bears of the Apocalypse...
Look at her. Sleeping. The picture of peace. No shadows cross over her complacent face. No frown on her forehead. Unworried. Replete. She dreams of a planet, and it is just right.
Her galaxy spirals. Its life-span’s immense. It’s one in ten billion. By some lucky chance Her planet has water and in liquid state As it orbits its sun in conditions just right.
Her Earth has a moon whose...
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Eagle (Golf Poem by Mike Ellwood)
As when the tuning fork and string vibrate
As one, or eyes meet when first lovers realise
They are in love and cry in shared surprise,
Behold a harmony to celebrate.
Something of grace, perfection, effortless,
As flesh and muscle unleash without strain
And nerves fire pyrotechnics through the brain
Saluting both the power and the finesse.
See gravity’s parabola. Watch in awe
The rise and...
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Self-Portrait (Poem by Mike Ellwood)
I meet the mirrored man’s appraising gaze
And focus on the pupils. In return
They peer as if attempting to discern
The nature of the soul behind the maze
Of optic nerves. I frown as if to warn
Those earnest eyes their searching is in vain,
But when I look a smile of cool disdain
Surveys me from the image I have drawn.
The mirrored man is all too well aware
(Enjoying this he sneers at me in...
