Lady Takes a Bath The answer to my question rests in the tone of my cat giving herself a bath. Sandpaper tongue smooths out the rough edges of her frame. Saliva holds down the rebel cow-licks. Lying in sunbeams of the living room, atop the paisley cushion on the file cabinet, this is herContinueContinue reading “Poem: Lady Takes a Bath”
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Peace Poem II: Epiphany Me
This is the other poem I read at the 3rd annual World Peace Poets Read-In. At this event I like to be the last poet to read. These Read-In’s go for about three to six hours, so, a bit of humor at the end is helpful. My prose poem “Epiphany Me” uses crude language butContinueContinue reading “Peace Poem II: Epiphany Me”
Peace Poem: Feminist Sunrise
“This year at the 3rd annual World Peace Poets “Read-In for Peace” event I read the poem pasted below. It stems from a moment in a day when, perhaps, you realize the day will continue whether or not you join it; the clock does not stop, and time marches on. A simple fact of ourContinueContinue reading “Peace Poem: Feminist Sunrise”
Poem: Nightly Spirit
Tickle my ear at three in the morning Brush the bottom of my foot with mist See the dreams I carry that do not rhyme Remember the fallen that rest in the corner of the eye A phase-shift out of reach, stuck in the web of mind Take the tack offContinueContinue reading “Poem: Nightly Spirit”
Event: Read-In World Peace Poets
You’re invited Musicians, poets and lovers of peace please join us for the 3rd annual Read-In! This is a FREE and public international event. Sign up today via email at worldpeacepoets@gmail.com for a five minute slot to share what peace means to you. The read in ends when the last poet speaks. A lightContinueContinue reading “Event: Read-In World Peace Poets”
Squawk!
Happy Valley- a poet walks among you! She walks down the middle of your streets in search of a coffee house that opens at 7—preferably one that has blueberry scones… Last few weeks my inner dialogue seems to have a Wheeling Virginian cigar hanging out the corner of its mouth, almost as if I amContinueContinue reading “Squawk!”
Poem: low hanging
the fruit of Happy Valley decorates the trees along the walk to the bay apples blush and drop to the ground, the cherry is orange red hard-sided pears, as many as the tree has leaves, present themselves in portrait hidden under the branches, purple frost rubs off a plum’s sweet-shiny skin a blockContinueContinue reading “Poem: low hanging”
Event: WIN Awards
You are invited to Writers International Network Canada’s Award Night Words Across Borders! World Peace Poets Bellingham founders, Carla Shafer, C.J. Prince, Betty Scott and Shannon Laws, will be recognized for their community contributions during a celebration and award ceremony on September 19, 2015 hosted by Writers International Network in British Columbia. There will beContinueContinue reading “Event: WIN Awards”
Poem: Lining of My Mind
The future comes to me quickly premonition stands outside the window, framed to be seen stands politely ‘til the door opens the right door at the right time Tea or coffee? A blanket for your lap? It’s cold outside where time weathers as a pacific swirl over the peninsula, hooked on peaks.ContinueContinue reading “Poem: Lining of My Mind”
Poem: The Reading
The moon rises above an arched gate. he reads poems in front of stiff-tall bamboo near the unfinished garden shed. we sit in dining chairs aligned with the patio bricks. open-mouth-smiles perfume the air with beer and burgundy. squirrels rush the branches— applaud too soon. A vine past its bloom crawls on aContinueContinue reading “Poem: The Reading”
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