I rise as usual before the daily sun, step into my garden, surveying all around – I am met by silence no one is singing no one’s making noise- do they mourn today in communion with koalas and kangaroos? My country – soaked in denial and fierce when armed with lies that lead the wayContinue reading “Morning poem”
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the ides of cult
this is me for you pounding pavement this I do this is me for you this is for the bluebird hanging in the sky this is for the shrew whose habitat survives through pounding on the pavement this is what I do this is me for you in the tales of Dickens compassion resides inContinue reading “the ides of cult”
Song for Mitch
If I could give you anything it would be a world filled with toads and frogs hopping all around you, warts and all everything amphibian is what I wish for you – I leave the leaves in winter so spring can bring the croak and hop this I do for you, hoppity hop. TheContinue reading “Song for Mitch”
All in
How do you keep from weeping at the break of an eagle’s wing? Where does your compass take you when the wretched bring you grief? Why would the howling cease when nature is bowdlerized? What can you do when power remains remote to a people ignored? Let me be your port when the sea respondsContinue reading “All in”
Circling
In the summer of our discontent poison ivy whispers upon the skin – take me with you brother – and so begins the wallowing in heat without the water’s edge. All the sky and water and earth are nothing but a shadow of a mother who paints us with love anyways, for cruelty lies inContinue reading “Circling”
Malignant normalcy
“Until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.” African proverb A duck is not a goose quack, quack. Call it what it is quack, quack. We stood on the old stone steps, my sister and I, steps that watched over Lake Huron and there she was,Continue reading “Malignant normalcy”
I wish I were a mockingbird
I wish I were a mockingbird beyond the reach of human cant – can’t step around the hate of all that is different. So easy is the blackbird life who squawks at me upon the beach – his reach is plain for all to see he has no use for human greed. Newborn babes areContinue reading “I wish I were a mockingbird”
A world of earthly delights
I am close, too close I know when the tree swallow divebombs me – Stay away! Stay away! The click, click, click replaces his usual song. This is how walking goes during the season of nests. You created a monster he told his wife. I am a woman undone by feathers and flying things. IsContinue reading “A world of earthly delights”
Star stuff
On the dike he frolics – an otter captured through the corner of my eye, while the ibis flees, not allowing me to espy a silhouette framed by raindrops. I must be crazy, soaked like these creatures, near relatives by chromosome. Meanwhile a pheasant ventures across the road. Life is good here and now, thisContinue reading “Star stuff”
Favorite things
The eye of a vireo like Dorothy’s ruby red, when I actually see it my grin opens wide. The carpet newly vacuumed, the dishes put away, the sheets when pulled from dryer, the smell of them laying down. My father’s voice resounding with ‘How great thou art’, my mother’s apple pie, no birthday went without.Continue reading “Favorite things”
Anne's mediocre poetry 