Tag: poetry
member name: Anitra Raging Granny / Raging Moderate Freeman
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June 16, 2007 03:40 PM EDT --
The woods are not a metaphor for any human thing.
Cities are a metaphor for trees.
We have tried to recreate
roots, shelter, aspiration,
the nourishment we once plucked from her hand,
and all our building . . .
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June 14, 2007 09:16 PM EDT --
How to describe cat
curled contented in chair
as I perch on milk carton
in front of keyboard
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June 15, 2007 01:25 AM EDT --
My mother's mothers walked on speaking earth
to hear the soothing croon of healing herbs,
the ever present drum of tree and rock,
moon's messages of year and season's turn.
Within the city's . . .
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June 06, 2007 04:07 AM EDT --
My bones are shells, my flesh hangs soft,
family treats me like delicate china;
well,
my head does look like an egg in a cup.
I still tend my garden.
Butterflies weave among spires of delphinium,
lay . . .
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January 31, 2008 04:07 AM EST --
A poem is whatever I, as a writer, persuade you, as a reader, to experience as a poem.
Some readers are convinced all of the time: they will gush equally over Jack Kerouac and every imitator at the . . .
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February 01, 2008 03:50 AM EST --
I grew up in a family where reading and writing were considered normal human activities. I wrote my first poem when I was five. I have written poetry all my life, and even published a few, in spite of . . .
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May 14, 2007 11:28 AM EDT --
Dedicated to the Older Women's League (OWL) of Seattle, who served brunch to everyone at Tent City on Mother's Day, 2000.
Are we children on one side of midnight,
adults on the other?
Women . . .
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