Tuesday, July 30, 2013

A Morning Meditation By Daniel Roselle


Today let me touch the Earth
with gentle hands
and build anew.
Tomorrow let me remember
that all that I have built
belongs to Earth alone.
And always
Let me ask for no other blessing
than the one that God has already given me:
To Be!


Thursday, July 18, 2013

Echo Posted on July 15, 2013 by Marya

Your words chisel grooves in my tongue
They loosen the works of my mouth
Until all that comes out is wobble-wobble-wobble
Your words staple my breath to my lungs
They rivet each alveolus in place
Until all I can do is gasp
Your words demolition-ball me
They swing full-force in my direction
Until my skull cracks
Your words saw my heart into kindling
They set each piece on fire
Until I am shaking out ash
Your words cyclone my ash into the ocean
They stir it into a vortex
Until all I hear is the echo of my


Friday, July 5, 2013

We Went to New York City by Pat Dodds

We went to New York City,
but we never saw Times Square.
We just saw Uncle Henry
and played lots of solitaire.

We drove up to Niagara,
but we never saw the Falls.
We stayed in Cousin Ernie’s house.
I almost climbed the walls!

We traveled down to Florida
to see our Auntie Sue.
We never went to Disney World
like other people do.

We drove to Arizona
just to see Great-Grandpa Clark.
I wish we’d had the time to see
Grand Canyon National Park.

And then we took a little trip
to Washington DC.
We didn’t see the White House
’cause we stayed with Aunt Marie.

We even went to California
several years ago.
We never got to Hollywood,
but we saw Grandma Flo.

So why’d we stay with relatives
no matter where we went?
It’s ’cause my daddy is so cheap—
he will not spend a cent.


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