folding (31 Poems)
Wilting in the Heat (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The flowers covering up those who petals like hands closing tightly against the heat others wilting in the sun drooping, folding landing on themselves seemingly gasping for breath the plants in the front yard suffering waiting for a change in … Continue reading
Pitch the Tent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked down the street a throng growing, walking toward the church the iced tea and lemonade by the gallon The heat … Continue reading
Washing His Blood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the little room, off the sanctuary, the space where worship supplies were kept, a stack of white linen tablecloths, communion cloths that once covered His table, held his holy meal, the body, the blood stained by the spilt wine, … Continue reading
Embrace Noir (Nick Flynn Poem)
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. They jerk around the apartment like that holding on to each other, their cheeks almost touching. One is shirtless, the … Continue reading
Celestial Love (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Higher far, Upward, into the pure realm, Over sun or star, Over the flickering Dæmon film, Thou must mount for love,- Into vision which all form In one only form dissolves; In a region where the wheel, On which all … Continue reading
At The Smithville Methodist Church (Stephen Dunn Poem)
It was supposed to be Arts & Crafts for a week, but when she came home with the “Jesus Saves” button, we knew what art was up, what ancient craft. She liked her little friends. She liked the songs they … Continue reading
He put the Belt around my life (Emily Dickinson Poem)
He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap – And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up – Deliberate, as a Duke would do A Kingdom’s Title Deed – Henceforth, a Dedicated sort – A Member … Continue reading
The Ships of Saint John (Bliss Carman Poem)
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, In beauty and stately pride? In they would come past the beacon light, With the sun on gleaming sail and … Continue reading
The Curtain (Hayden Carruth Poem)
Just over the horizon a great machine of death is roaring and rearing. One can hear it always. Earthquake, starvation, the ever- renewing field of corpse-flesh. In this valley the snow falls silently all day and out our window We … Continue reading
Tz’u No. 16 (Bajiao) (Li Ching Chao Poems)
Who planted the Bajiao tree under my windows? Its shade fills the courtyard; Its shade fills the courtyard… Leaf to leaf, heart to heart, folding and unfolding, It expresses boundless affection. Sad and broken-hearted, lying awake on my pillow, Late … Continue reading