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Americans are returning to their rituals

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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...

Solstice Eve

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Mystic morning, snow-laced, leafless branchesof treed sentinels, faint outlines. Merge into the fog, awaiting the Sun’s return,awake, not asleep, aware. Of Oneness with the Great...

kindled, a fire no more to burn

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and i can not be,  here, not tonight,  a dying vine,  these memories  twisted backward, embers of a life  retreating back to the earth  with thoughts, evolved  to die  an ego, regressed,...

Thanksgiving

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When we arrived in this unknown placewe knit together in a waythat made me want to shoutthis, this is my family.How could you know...

December 31st, America

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Get dressed to go shopping to buy more Things to wear to get dressed to go shopping For more things on sale to wear only once Before...

September Dawn

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The swift and cold pre-autumn rain,  Will not, dear life, have come in vain.  The last burst of green life given In dried beds of aged creeks...

Orpheus Bluejay

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My shadow has no calories, so I peel it off the front porch and pour it in my coffee cup. You say it can’t be...

the young, the the we, the all

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By the virtue that we are children & were more soThat young & exposed we were cunning enough to readThat the society of the...

Turnaround

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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...

In Grief, Take As Long a Road As You Need

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In grief:Take as longa roadas you need,mingling withheartbreakingholy darknessgiving spaceto each chasmcalling for tending. When emerging,coming up for breathhold firm in keepinglightalive and well,find ways...

Broken Poem

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There is a poem lying beside the road, its red fur ablaze in the morning sunlight. The spine of the poem is broken and one leg is partially...

Free Poetry Skool @ Downtown Public Library

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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...