jump (31 Poems)
Easter People (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
People not of the cross, the grave we are the ones, dancing on Easter morning joy comes in the rising, not in the sacrifice alone the atonement yes; but the rising, the risen Lord, living from that moment on the … Continue reading
Stopping a Train Wreck, in Progress (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Some days, some of them are like stopping a train wreck, already in progress, the sequence of events long since set in motion inexorably leading to the crash the carnage, the debris field the disruption of the lives the lives … Continue reading
Crouched (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a human version, a young human version, of the famous jumping frog Calaveras County, or some other locale she was crouched, hovering over the wall, beside the parking lot, above the sidewalk by the roadway aqua teal, faded pastel … Continue reading
A cat on a wire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A short chain-link fence ran along the sidewalk in front of the old New Englander the short front yard just over elbow high a cluster of birds landed and flew from the wire, the bar to the flowerbed beyond the … Continue reading
Daddy Ray (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A turn of the key The knob opens From the outside world To my home Daddy Ray! Daddy Ray! They squeal, scream Drop the drink Leave Disney behind Jump up, burst across the room To my open arms Bag and … Continue reading
The ride to bumpville (Eugene Field Poem)
Play that my knee was a calico mare Saddled and bridled for Bumpville; Leap to the back of this steed, if you dare, And gallop away to Bumpville! I hope you’ll be sure to sit fast in your seat, For … Continue reading
The Meadows In Spring (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
‘Tis a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, oh! sighing. When such a time cometh, I do retire Into and old room Beside a bright fire: Oh, pile a bright … Continue reading
Old Song (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
TIS a dull sight To see the year dying, When winter winds Set the yellow wood sighing: Sighing, O sighing! When such a time cometh I do retire Into an old room Beside a bright fire: O, pile a bright … Continue reading
Cartoon Physics, Part 1 (Nick Flynn Poem)
Children under, say, ten, shouldn’t know that the universe is ever-expanding, inexorably pushing into the vacuum, galaxies swallowed by galaxies, whole solar systems collapsing, all of it acted out in silence. At ten we are still learning the rules of … Continue reading
Twenty-Pound Stone (Nick Flynn Poem)
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if offering my stomach, as if it were pulling me forward. At night the sun leaks from it, it turns cold, I sleep with it … Continue reading