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A memory I can hardly remember…
A memory I can hardly remember,My first memory?Dangling by a string,So close to being lost.I know it is Spring,The Lilac tree is in bloom,But...
Landscape, Mid-Consequence
The oft-oppressive miracles
of the combustion engine beckon
from whiny highways of a degradation
we must call fair
An asymmetrical face
appears in the exhaust drift
between the taillight and...
Black White and Blue Lives
Screams and shouts, full of hate
“To once again make America great”
“Don’t forget all lives matter” are the cries.
How can we believe that when every...
Walking Dogs in an Illinoisan Fall
We used to walk local shelter dogs in the fall.One of them had to stop every few yards to pee. We didn’t mind, & neither...
Broken Poem
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...
Viewer’s Choice
Those who can afford tickets
to the theater, opera,
savoring the culture
of a city of prosperity,
where millions skimp on meals,
worry about their children
denied opportunity
because of poverty,
tormented...
Jupiter in Taurus
I press the snooze button on my alarm
three times and then
finally wake up happy
I step in to the outfit
already laid out, place my foot
in...
A Song to the Twilight
Ruby studded sky,
the horizon calls to me.
It knows my name by heart.
I have stood here all eternity,
watching a coral glow of evening,
as geese fly...
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...
Instrument of Vibration
In reverie I drum with open handsall over my naked chest legs stomach,beating into this life a rhythm,percussing the guts beneath my skin...
my...
Postscript
Covid – year two. I no longer live within myformer parameters.Sleep comes in waves per night as does dream.
Some days the sun sings I’m...
