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Prose & Poetry
  • Published
    April 7, 2010

    Is there a chart?

    I watch the water roll out After hearing that the water is rolling in. I hear a metaphor for the conflicts in life - in my life. As I sit at the exact place -- Camden -- where so much has rolled in and out I ask: Am I rolling in? Is my thinking rolling out? Are there tides? Is there a chart? Where is the moon? I feel I am rolling in and out. I think of the friends, the women who have rolled ...

  • Published
    April 7, 2010

    Rejoice

    In the mid-night, dark and dreary, Came the rain storm, mad and teary, Came the rain storm, wet and lonely, Leaving me awake and only ... Water pounding on the glass -- Looking for a way to pass Into my room -- Amid the muddle, Seeking to become a puddle. Now I know, but cannot see, That sun is breaking through to me, As dawn fills us with hope and wonder, Leaving behind the rain and thunder. Breathe deeply, so ...

  • Published
    April 7, 2010

    There have been days

    There have been days I thought I would die. A spring day with empty lungs and desperate body rammed between a submerged rock and the angry thaw of the river.   There were days I thought I would welcome death. Layers of pain inflicted by an ectoparasite ate away the connections to those around me and sucked out the pleasure of my days.   There was a night I thought death had entangled me. A ...

  • Published
    March 5, 2010

    Refugia

    What would I hear riding down to Methuselah? The first sound, the first fragment? Or traces of the universe beginning again? Ruins of the first creation. Trace memories of having been a star, or before that. And before even that, a pattern, an empty space. Andrea Read is the founder of the New Forest Institute in Brooks.        

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    March 5, 2010

    Salt and Coconut

    And I love you so.Sailing. I wrote this before I met you.Faith. I gave it all up.Courage. Waiting for you to come.Patience. What form would you take?Shadows My eyes had to be open.Vision Expect nothing.Consciousness. I had to be clean.Purity. Soul. Spirit. I knew that you'd smell insincerity.Connection. Trust. Morality. Life can be ... magic.Juggling. Long showers. Baths. I spoke with my ...

  • Published
    March 5, 2010

    Flying North

    clouds and mist filled the air I climbed up high where the heavens were fair We settled into the peace of the sky with no reference to earth the time passed by The winds were so helpful it was really a pity that we had to stop in Elizabeth City Fuel was put on without a glitch I got back in the plane with Kathrin and Rich On the next leg conditions were not so nice I was really concerned about picking up ice At ...

  • Published
    March 5, 2010

    Lost Poem

      I still kick myselffor not lifting my tired limbsto reach out for a pen and paperto scratch out the poemthat was swirling around in my head as I laydown for that decadentafternoon nap. Instead, I drifted off to a lovely, fuzzy placeand as I did, I continued to savorthe beginnings of a poemabout what, I don’t know. Sleepily, I kept adding lineslike counting sheep …forgetting them almost as soon as I bore them ...

  • Published
    March 4, 2010

    Action

    I wonder when the wind will stop merely flirting with my neighbor’s broken screen door.   And, instead, just tear it off its hinges and fling it off into the other side of the yard.   Or maybe the wind will come by some day in a much more serious mood and send that door flying far up into the sky never to be seen again.   Like something out of "The Wizard of Oz," maybe the wind ...

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