My husband's poetry

Category: War & Politics

  • Anatomy of a wave

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    She walks two sets of dogs each morning, rarely smiles or says a word in passing, waves from across the pond. You wonder how many emotional and physical acts of misogyny she has endured to bring her to this point and resolve to respect her downcast eyes and silence in passing and wave back from…

  • Holy Land

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    What makes a holy land: hardships, death or war? All is martyrdom. What makes a holy land: blood shed, torture or prison? All is a refugee camp. What makes a holy land: wilderness treks, epic eulogies and myths? All is mud untamed. What makes a holy land? It is living, loving and generations born? It…

  • Intercalary days

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    Today is a day for giving of gifts a time before the fast before the new year solstice. Chickens cackle in their cage, birds call back and forth in trees. I imagine them comparing the freedom of the woods and the safety of a restrained life. I have known both and long for safety, when…

  • Intercalary days

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    cfblack
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    Today is a day for giving of gifts a time before the fast before the new year solstice. Chickens cackle in their cage, birds call back and forth in trees. I imagine them comparing the freedom of the woods and the safety of a restrained life. I have known both and long for safety, when…

  • Wanna Be 20th Century Southern Belle in a 21st Century World

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    poem to commemorate the announcement of a South Carolina native daughter declaring she’s a candidate for president in 2024 Wet cat at the kitchen door your daddy’s house is empty; he don’t live here anymore. No collar to keep the fleas at bay, no Kittles and Bits, no sunny window sill soirée. You’ve never eaten…

  • What snapping turtles can teach us about politics

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    Adrift offshore a dole of turtles try to sunbathe on the same log. It rolls over each time one climbs up. They refuse to stop jostling and spinning for a place in the sun adrift offshore in a shallow, muddy pond 2-9-23

  • The last big freeze

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    New Year’s Day, high overhead behind partly cloudy skies jets rumble. On muddy banks turtles return to sun. Dark shells absorb energy, waken dreams of summer. Unbeguiled by a change in the weather, I mourn the ones that did not make it through the last big freeze and the citizen survivors of another missile attack…

  • Carousel pony

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    “And Merlin said quietly, “Because I am wise. In the combat between wisdom and feeling, wisdom never wins.” John Steinbeck _____ Dinosaur bones in need of a good story St. George appears, slays dragons, becomes a superhero, patron saint, a pundit for cable news, a priestly knight jousting on a carousel pony never unhorsed, never…

  • Christmas in Ukraine

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    I know brilliant things will come from children born from loving in a burnt out basement in midst of war …and that gives me hope 12-27-22