Words
Mother’s Persian Rugs
Mother wouldn’t have liked
those three men—
with their long grizzly beards
and big Milwaukee guts,
not to mention the mud
they tracked all over
Mother’s Persian rugs.
That day it...
Upon Realizing I am a Circus Bear
wow
i am a circus bear
i am big and formed in the wilderness of my own cognitive dissonance
i was once wading in the torrent of...
Ode to coronavirus
As I lay here watching the world crumble from my phone screen,
I look outside my window.
The trees stand as per usual.This time covered in...
Death-Bridge Keeper’s OTHER Five Questions (THREE Questions!)
To WHAT,
from what,
is time a bridge?
Of WHO
and WHAT
is that bridge a carrier?
To WHAT
do the people
and things
the bridge carries
across
and back
throw up
a collective
— and insurmountable —
BarRRier???
Born...
Still Life
Imagine being free
from technology
Listening to wind borne symphonies
And the silence of shadows
Listen.
Kristen Marshall is an artist, writer and a founding member of Boulder Rights...
Snippet of a Man Talking About His New Television Set
So I was walking around the store, just out grabbing a few things for the house and I just happened to wander into the...
Some of you have never feared for your life in public...
Some of you have never feared for your life in public space and it really shows
glide through intersections up to bars
Traverse the city like...
Free Poetry Skool @ Downtown Public Library
Poets gather
like words on a page
scribed in their own handwriting
as illustrious lines
they embody poetic form
— such as , a tercet , perhaps —
where this...
Out of time
He most definitely knew what hit him. His family and friends would seek solace in the standard untruth that “at least he didn’t feel...
Navajo Peak (a poem in two voices)
In the winter of 1948 a plane crashed in the Indian Peaks west of Boulder, Colorado. It took three days to recover the three...
the form of a tempest
and sometimes it doesn’t rhyme but just seeps out like effluent washing over the cobbled streets of a town you’ve never been to and stumbling, burdened with the mannerisms of my father’s...
All Forms Will Have an End
991 homes were burned into oblivion
On Thursday, December 30th, 2021.
The fire did not discriminate.
If the houses were beautifully kept
Or cluttered and in...
