Event: Clover Reading

Winter Clover

You are invited to the

Independent Writers’ Studio‘s publication

Clover A Literary Rag

Winter Vol 8 reading

This publication is published in Bellingham, Washington, but accepts submissions from poets and writers located all over the nation. Every year as word get out, the book grows in  proportion.  This is my second time appearing in the Clover.

Thank you Mary Gillilan  and Norman Green for all your hard work.  You are both a perfect team!

Clover is reading submissions for their next Clover edition, out in June.  The deadline is April 30.  Visit their web site for details.

Poem: Rondo

Did I love thee?  I only did desire
To hold thy body unto mine,
And smite it with strange fire
Of kisses burning as a wine,
And catch thy odorous hair, and twine
It through my fingers amorously.
Did I love thee?
Did I love thee? I only did desire
To drink the perfume of thy blood
In vision, and thy senses tire
Seeing them shift from ebb to flood
In consonant sweet interlude,
And if love such a thing not be,
I loved not thee.
~
by 
George Moore
Feb 1852-Jan 1933
an Irish novelist, short-story writer, poet, 
art critic, memoirist and dramatist
…one of the poems I read at the Chuckanut Sandstone Writer’s Theater
monthly open mic, 2/12/2014, held at the Firehouse Cafe, in Fairhaven
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No Marrow in CLOVER

Great news!  Mary, from the Independent Writers Studio office in Bellingham, confirmed this morning that my poem “No Marrow” was accepted for the December edition of  Clover.  Been a tough month for submissions; this news came at the perfect time.   It is rather humbling to be amongst the poets and writers of the IWS.*  Thank you, thank you~
I watch you
Hoping around the twigs
Hanging upside down
From the tiniest sliver of wood
Light and carefree
Yet obviously well fed
Beautiful colors
Lovely song
Be more like the birds,
they don’t worry, I think
How can I when my bones
Are not filled with air
But of heavy marrow?
Heavy with duty and plans
Weighed down with projects
Slighted by calendar dates
And numbers that don’t add up
My human flight drags by
Day to day, no bouncing here
But a determined searching
Looking for morsels to feed the spirit
Think like a bird-
I could be one-
Is it the state of mind that matters?
Or the transformation?
And when do the two become one?
Mind and matter
Flight and fancy
Living and alive
We are cousins little bird
As you hop around the maple
Barren of summer leaves
I watch and learn
My untamed past stirs in the blood
Reminding me of the origins
Forcing breath of life into
The marrow that weighs me down

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