Sunday, February 27, 2022
Poets!... Ram Chandran, Sarah Mahina Calvello, Dennis Rhodes, Anthony Ward, Joe Sebastian, Stephen Jarrell Williams, Mary Jo Balistreri, Patricia Carragon, and, t. kilgore splake!...
Saturday, February 12, 2022
poets!... Cathy Porter, Mary Jo Balistreri, Patricia Carragon, Robert Ligerman, r. soos, John Parsons, Tsaurah Litzky, Minal Sarosh, Judith Nielsen, and Jack Kornfield!
noble assistant editors Frosty and Tama, mewing!!! "Poetry, Mister
poet Cathy Porter, Omaha, Nebraska...
skies for every moment
cloud or sun
take time to scratch the surface
inhale the scent
from every ocean
poet Mary Jo Balistreri, Waukesha, Wisconsin...
what can I do but praise
and praise again
as thousands of filmy wings flit backward, forward, hover their last hurrahs, their last two weeks in the air after a lifetime of water - these dragonflies, damsels, their new resplendence mating, creating- Oh joyous affirmation of life-
Praise and praise and praise.
poet Patricia Carragon, Brooklyn, New York...
the singing bowl
cannot compete at night
with the purring cat feline karaoke
eyes of the cat
hypnotize her devotees
cuteness wins more treats
poet Robert Ligerman, North Hollywood, California...
Pizza at Red Cross
volunteering like fine wine
gets better with age
poet r. soos, Joshua Tree, California...
his wings hide the sun
while I sit in my back yard
talking with lizards
listen to the stars
when you step outside tonight
start to sing along
cut the poems out
of the book and paste them on
the backs of your friends
poet John Parsons, Hastings, United Kingdom...
graveyard on the hill
distant fox cries in my old leather
through the haze coat a coin,
out of date too
poet Tsaurah Litzky, Brooklyn, New York...
hand over hand I go
over the rope of hope washing the dishes
raging water below my fingers swim like
fishes in the churning sea
poet Minal Sarosh, Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India...
city wolf moon
only the sound of his
the family huddles around
the roast chicken
poet Judith Nielsen, Longmont, Colorado...
each day a poem
breeze ruffling my hair
a glimpse of mountains
behind floating cloud silhouettes
afternoon sun through the window
falling cross the empty pages
waiting on my desk
and, Jack Kornfield!...
In the end, just three things matter:
How well we have lived
How well we have loved
How well we have learned to let go.
see you in a moment...