What Betrayal Feels Like
I’ve decided it’s a birdcall,
not the Canada goose
I will be in the life
I live after my next, more
like the mourning dove,
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Heron – a draft
We aren’t much to look at, we poets, unless you look very closely, which most aren’t wont to do. It’s
What They Say about Hands – a draft
They say the hands will do what the heart has felt. Not knowing who they are (might be indigenous wisdom
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Join us Saturday, January 6, for a celebration of the arts!
Annual NEW YEAR GALA at McCall Studio Gallery Celebrate New Year’s 2024 together in Manassas! Reserve your tickets now for
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Familiar
By Katherine M. Gotthardt
Last night I dreamt again you appeared,
thin and limping after what I could have sworn
was your final parting, last heavy sigh and whimper,
all of us laying hands on your haunches, private room
with wordless music, pet pictures, candles. And as always
Guest Poem: Cleaning the Tea Buckets
The ladies in the senior center craft room
Complain about their aging husbands:
“He never this …” and “He always that …”
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Threads of Poetry – Haiku
Some poems I’ve posted on Threads. Let’s connect there.
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Guest Post: How Poetry Can Grow BEYOND Poets
A guest post by Geoff Anderson, Poet and founder of diVERSES Poetry “[T]he trouble with poetry isthat it encourages the
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In the Company of Laureates
Join the celebration! I’ll be reading new work at the Spilled Ink open mic Saturday, October 7, so be sure to say hello!
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Divorce
For weeks, you deny you resent me, withdrawing, same as rain, lie holding its breath like heavy August air, you,
Early Onset
What I want to do is stop remembering
the rainy morning you drove 50 miles to my house
to help me find car keys I’d dropped in the trash.
Dear Readers: We are all short on time.
I hate to sound so jaded, but the world we live in, the world that demands so much of our
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Cure
Do not silence your life. Disregard fears of tonsillitis, laryngitis, infection. Sing. Sing what is, what was, what isn’t. Trill
Ode to a Balloon Let Go in London
It’s what happens when an orb flies freely, escaping the glass of a world glaring with human imperfection, industry, idols,
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Mermaid
Women there know how to live, flippers and sunshine and sea, scales adapting to sand or saltwater, tawny skinned, smiling,
Switch
Springtime and everything switches on, electric song of peepers and honeysuckle. Nature’s extraordinary reboot.
