Mrs Pots
4 de Julho de 2017, 8:33
Instantly whole
A voice welcomes you into this world
Learning what piece goes where
Someone to mind,never allowing to be dropped, in truth no one knows where all the pieces go
There isn’t a how to
There isn’t a warranty
As the whole eventually goes
So does these pieces, as life will break
W/0 warning &the pieces no longer have a place or a body that will hold
The Summer We Cornered the Hog Lard Market
4 de Julho de 2017, 8:33
The year was 1962. The place–a small town in Missouri so insignificant it billed itself as The Gateway to the Ozarks. Not the Ozark Mountains themselves, you understand, but if you wanted to get to them you had to go through us. Unless you were coming from the south, the east or the west, in which case you could avoid us and go through some other gateway.
Ray Sadecki, bespectacled left-handed fireballer, 6-8 that year.
I was one of five eleven-year-old boys who, because of our inadequate baseball skills, had been held back on a B-level Little League team, when others our age or younger had been promoted to the “A” league. Even John Rader, who couldn’t throw a ball and hit the broad side of a barn, was called up because his dad was chummy with–there I go again, angrily rehashing the past. It’s better to just let it…
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We can’t quite see the fireworks from A Bitty Better, but close
4 de Julho de 2017, 8:31
There will be events that bring fireworks over Onondaga Lake.
My dear wife Karen and I were wondering how far we’d have to wander from the property around A Bitty Better in the Liverpool neighborhood of Galeville to see them.
Not bad, we’ve discovered, this perk in our first summer since moving from the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood.
From Onondaga Lake Park
Karen was out of the house at the first boom, and I had to go find her. A couple of neighbors were in the parking lot of the Town of Salina Offices across the street, watching from there. They told me that she-went-that-away.
I found her behind the building, with a good spot by the guard rail that protected folks from tumbling down the steep hill.
We liked it.
We watched them all.
Happy July Fourth, my American friends.
Behind the Offices.
May you find your fireworks.
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Launch of poetry newsletter by World Poetry Reading Series
4 de Julho de 2017, 8:31
The World Poetry Reading series offers opportunities for poets to showcase their work and hosts a regular show, on Vancouver Co-op Radio, which broadcasts every Thursday.
The World Poetry Reading Series has just published its first newsletter.
To visit the newsletters page please go to http://worldpoetry.ca/?page_id=11939, and to read the Spring edition please click here, http://worldpoetry.ca/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/2017-05-18-Newsletter-Issue1-Spring.pdf.
To find out more about the World Poetry Reading Series Café and hear podcasts of previous shows, please go to http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-cafe-2.
I was privileged to appear on Vancouver Co-op Radio to discuss my collection of poetry, “My Old Clock I Wind” and read several of my poems.
To listen to a podcast of my interview please visit, http://worldpoetry.ca/?p=11765.
“My Old Clock I Wind” is available in paperback and ebook formats from Moyhill Publishing, http://moyhill.com/clock/ and as a download in the Amazon Kindle store, https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0735JBVBG.
Lost Answers
4 de Julho de 2017, 8:30
My silence is not my weakness
It’s a strength few can understand
It takes great courage to be mum
When all you want to do is scream your guts out
The tension is pent up somewhere back
But I am holding onto the last ray of hope
I look powerful, in control of myself
But behind those stony eyes is a lava of emotions
Should I let it flow? Or should I hold back yet again?
Queries are many but answers to them are lost…
