Words
The Hawk Upon the Garden
The robins flutter-bathed cautiously around me.
I on the lounge, I laid with my book.
The wrens fluster-sung to my proximity.
The chicks demand-chirped from their nook
inside...
Turnaround
One hundred and eightyDegree turnaroundMade several timesIn one lifetime—
From numbers runner and burglarBreaking into mansions of moneyed White menTo writer and Muslim messengerReaching into...
A New Horizon
For Esther and Johnson Medidi at the dedication of the New Horizons Safehouse in Podu, India, and for the young women of New Horizons....
Americans are returning to their rituals
pack your emergency go-bags, fireand flood are riding the waveof optimism don’t forget the iodine! Anne Waldmansays, we’re taking off our sweatersAndrew Schelling says—the poetsundressing, the climate...
TWO MODELS
“Game recognises game”
Popular saying Used in someBlack people’sConversations
Normally blurted outWhen one seesTheir best qualitiesIn another.
Example given:
Back in the 1950s,A FloridaCheesecake modelDidn’t want toLimit herself to...
Self-Deceit #3
I know that room inside youwhere you go to hide when you’re scared and don’t want to be seen. Where your back is turned away, eyes lowered if they’re...
Be Patient, Flower Girl
Be patient, flower girl.
Take time to grow,
Teach the importance of knowing.
Taking a look at perspective
It is always changing.
Leave dried seed heads and grasses
Pruned back...
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...
walking through
i’ll walk into your forests and in the shadows of your mind i’ll walk along these winding paths to see what i might find
i’ll walk...
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...
A Body Built of Folk and Lore
Deep in the hills and between the streams.
Where fables are passed and the willows weep.
Where wind flows through the tree tops.
And the children grow...
