We Bring Democracy To The Fish –Donald Hall From White Apples and the Taste of Stone It is unacceptable that fish prey on each other. For their comfort and safety, we will liberate them into fishfarms with secure, durable boundaries…
Poetry: # 46
# 46 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti from A Coney Island of the Mind And every poem and every picture a sensation in the eye and heart Something that jolts you awake from the rapt sleep of living in a flash of…
Poetry: Kolmården Zoo
Kolmården Zoo by Bill Coyle Over our heads, trailing a wake of air and an enormous shadow as it passed, the falcon glided to its trainer’s fist and settled like a loaded weapon there. Then, while she fed the bird…
Poetry: Change
That last was so dark that I had to post something a bit lighter. Change –Louis Jenkins From The Winter Road All those things that have gone from your life, moon boots, TV trays, and the Soviet Union, that seem…
Poetry: It’s a Living
It’s a Living –Richard Vargas From McLife: Selected Poems 1978-2004 it’s called customer service trying to help my fellow man make sense of the medical insurance some slick carpetbagging agent talked him into buying there are no easy answers like…
Poetry: Explaining Relativity to the Cat
Explaining Relativity to the Cat –Jennifer Gresham From Diary of a Cell Imagine, if you will, three mice. Contrary to what you have heard, they are not blind but are in a spaceship traveling near the speed of light. This…
Wow
ozarque linked to Mike Allen’s poem The Journey to Kailash today, and I just read it. For the first time, as I know there’ll be more. Damn. I mean, damn. Inspiring and daunting by comparison, at the same time.
Poetry: Standard Plumbing
Standard Plumbing –Marie Harris From Weasel in the Turkey Pan Plumbing supply places, like auto parts stores, have long counters with bar stools for the customers. When I came in, the man behind the counter was telling a story about…
Poetry: Desire
Something to remind all who are parents of what it was like to be a teen if any of you have forgotten. I had to wake Sam to read it out loud to him. I don’t think he was as…
Poetry: A Scientist’s Acrostic
A Scientist’s Acrostic –Jennifer Gresham From Diary of a Cell Scientists are like beetles Crawling over the earth, antennae twitching, In tune with the mysteries Einstein whispered under a star-polished Night sky. He chose the celestial playground by Convention-even logic,…