In the cheerless dawn of an April morn Pale stars still lit the sky, Did the rollers break on Gaba Tepe, Where sea birds wheel and cry. The time had come, but no beating drum Or brazen trumpets bla…
We climbed the sandy ridges and saw the sea, The old unresting sea and its headlands grey; And the yellow beach sang low to each of us three A song of another land and another day, Came dawn, and t…
pushed up by the snowplowsisn’t succumbing to global warmingisn’t shrinkingisn’t calvingthough it stands there cow-likebut not grazingjust gazingwith disdain on the springthat’s supposed to be.(25 …
On Outpost by Edwin Field Gerard (Trooper Gerardy)
Out on the lone grey outpost, where silence broods unstirred, Unruffled by the swaying palm, The whirr of winging bird, Out where the barren ridges look pitiless and white Beneath the flaming sky a…
Of the Broken and Almost Broken by Rosemarie Wurth-Grice
I think therefore I am. – Descartes I am unfurled – a whirling dervish in a summer rain. A thousand proverbs spilt in a desert I am unfurled – a mirage of thoughts drawn to the almost broken I am …
Staring at Dahlias on Sunday [an epiphany] by David James
If there is a God, she must be in this flower and this cool wind blowing in my face, the massive clouds drifting overhead against a blue I can’t name. There’s the seventeen yellow beans I picked fo…
Though the trees are barren still,nothing but naked winter wood,and the fields are brown and bare,it’s warm todayand soon,as soon as tomorrow perhaps,buds will emerge amazingly,flowers will rise ou…
What cure for grief presents itself but to notice the brittle rust of onion skin opening beneath the silent knife, the hum the air makes, the taste of bitter juices? What balm can we reach for but …
What if I never wrote another poem, never saw another patient, or meditated ever again? Would I still be respected? Why is the President more valuable then a prisoner on death row? Why is your chil…
Do well the little things of life—David of Wales This week the tops of the peaks have turned white with first snow. Most leaves from the aspens have fallen and scattered in wind. A few, still green…
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Richard J. Greene
