“Shared Heritage”
Are we not all of Mother Earth?
For one ‘from’ bears their roots’ worth. Continue reading “Rondeau – Patriot – SD”
Tag: Poetry
February’s Theme: Mel Gibson in a Kilt
January’s theme was decidedly dark. From romantic struggles, to social complacence, to haunting memories, each of the four poems used the theme of blood and wine to clean some skeletons out of our collective closets.
While discussing what the theme could be for this month, Jessie had the bright idea to just use the mascot of the Super Bowl winner as the theme. So congratulations to the New England Patriots; you are the subject (sort of) of a poetry theme. Also, congrats to my friends in Boston. I didn’t really have a horse in the Super Bowl race, but I like that two all-time great coach-player tandems have won championships in the waning years of their runs (Belichik-Brady, and Popovich-Duncan of the Spurs, who won the NBA championship in 2014). We’re on to the poetry! Continue reading “February’s Theme: Mel Gibson in a Kilt”
Rock Song – Vino y Sangre – Marcy Erb
The Family Dinner Party
Where the man
at the top of the stairs,
the butcher of our tiny land
came from, nobody will say.
Every family has one.
We gather together,
blood running down
the wooden steps
Rock Song – Vino y Sangre – SD
Red-Handed
Sat back with iPads,
Sniffin’ wine caps and
Actin’ through that high
Political rap, Continue reading “Rock Song – Vino y Sangre – SD”
Misplaced Missives #1 – Fire – JG
I realized belatedly that I never said what my Misplaced Missives are, and I figure there’s no better time to explain than at the beginning. Thus, down below is the first – not the first written but the first rewritten into my private journal. These are the lost letters to the ones I’ve loved; letters I was never brave enough to send or letters there’s no longer anyone to send to. So thank you for reading these in the stead of those who never will. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #1 – Fire – JG”
Rock Song – Vino Y Sangre II – JG
To Wash Away The Memory
Cut in a way,
A blade never will,
Shallow and deep,
But blood wasn’t spilt.
More subtle, more fine,
Complex and in my mind’s eye:
Divine.
These wounds taste like wine. Continue reading “Rock Song – Vino Y Sangre II – JG”
Rock Song – Vino Y Sangre – JG
By Your Thirst
Spilt scarlet,
Alarming, disarming,
Screams of ‘Harlot‘
Shattered glass –
Tasked with the act
Of post-row cleanup.
Is it blood
Or is it wine? Continue reading “Rock Song – Vino Y Sangre – JG”
Villanelle – December – JG
Serenity
Enemy of the future, refusing to embark
Steadily into the present – stillness in the blood –
Serenity in the identity of a life in park. Continue reading “Villanelle – December – JG”
Villanelle – December Theme – Marcy Erb
Mud and Gold
Mud in California is a brindled and feral beast
No mythical runny bog, but a good thick paste
Sticky thick with gold, yes, sir! They say easy street
Villanelle – Mud-Stained Boots – SD
“The Runaway”
Soulful eyes gaze, and through the wild you’ve roamed
In the snowy mountains, sheltered in the night.
What is it that you sought, once lost, once alone? Continue reading “Villanelle – Mud-Stained Boots – SD”
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