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Category Archives: Free Verse

Making a Nation

Founding Fathers
Merchants and farmers
Prisoners and protestants
Boatman and trailblazers
Fortune hunters and families
Plantations and slaves
Abolitionists and soldiers
Statesmen and sherriffs
Miners and railroadmen
Industrialists and unions
Newsmen and orphans
Suffragists and freed slaves
Scientists and snake oil salesmen
Socialists and socialites
Hollywood and haulers
Songwriters and slumlords
Innovators and excavators
Teachers and tax evaders
Engineers and Evangelicals
Policemen and prostitutes
Programmers and painters
Doctors and dancers
Criminals and creditors
Bankers and buskers

We build it together
Advance or retreat
Completely our nation
Yet never complete

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Defying Mind

In a mad dance,
She leaps and twirls
From foothold to foothold,
From task to task:
Speed and continuity
Defying gravity,
Defying mind.
A sudden wall,
An enforced pause –
A simple change
(The grace to sit)
As dramatic as a spell:
Turned to stone or
Glued in place
While the will to dance whirls
A handspan past her fingertips.


A Dilemma of Hopes

Like a young child surrounded by brightly wrapped presents,
Visual promises of future glory, an excitement
Heightened by greed’s imagination –
A dilemma of hopes, of dreams –
When opening one means turning your back
On all those delicious possibilities


The First Day

The first day
Unnoticed
A season starting
Long overdone
A holiday anticipated
Months ago
A tradition
Lost


The Hostess

Everywhere at once,
Helping with a smile, a laugh,
Greeting each newcomer,
And passing from one conversation
To another, from friend to friend –
The heartbeat of the gathering,
Like a watchful fire tender,
Nursing the warmth to fire.


A Message

A message in the bottle you keep in your pocket,
Floating in the ocean of a noisy party,
A crowded table, or an empty room.
Equally lost: no pulse, no breath, no heartbeat –
No response


Deep Breath

A deep breath, as though the air is anesthesia,
Numbing impatience and irritation when applied to the lungs.
Another chance, another breath, and still the temper grows
As if the dosage is too low, too weak or watered-down
Or as if the rage and annoyance have grown immune,
Built up a tolerance with each breath, each attempt
Until the eruption becomes inevitable.


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