Category Archive: poetry

Dec 04 2012

Storm: Two Voices – Corrected Version

Two of the verses were missing from the original version. This is the whole and complete guest poem by Karen Locke. Enjoy! Storm: Two Voices by Karen Locke Sand beguiling, curious roughness on our feet; soft waves, the ocean plays against the sand. We also play! We run, we laugh, we build sandcastles that the …

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Dec 04 2012

Storm: Two Voices

Sandy beach at Lincoln City, Oregon. Image courtesy Dana Hunter.

This is a guest post from Karen Locke, a geo-poem inspired by Hurricane Sandy that I adore. I’m grateful she let me publish it here. Storm: Two Voices by Karen Locke Sand beguiling, curious roughness on our feet; soft waves, the ocean plays against the sand. We also play! We run, we laugh, we build …

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Nov 06 2012

A Remarkably Apt Poem

Francesco Sinibaldi left a lovely poem in reply to my own geopoem on Rosetta Stones. I know it’s lovely because it’s in French, and therefore by default is beautiful. I also speak just about enough French to be able to tell when the words sound good together, and these do. Of course, I only speak …

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Nov 03 2012

Geopoetry by Karen Locke

The following is a guest post from Karen Locke, one of my most cherished readers (although you know I love you all, right?). She’s submitting this for the Accretionary Wedge #51. I’m two days late posting it. Whoops. But do enjoy whilst I go off and beg Matt to slip this in anyway.   Vaughn …

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May 28 2012

“The Shovel is Brother to the Gun”

War Memorial at The Park at Bothell Landing

Iron by Carl Sandburg Guns, Long, steel guns, Pointed from the war ships In the name of the war god. Straight, shining, polished guns, Clambered over with jackies in white blouses, Glory of tan faces, tousled hair, white teeth, Laughing lithe jackies in white blouses, Sitting on the guns singing war songs, war chanties. Shovels, …

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May 21 2012

“Don’t Think Your Life Didn’t Matter”

Leaving religion can be soul-crushing, at first. The memory of all that pain has faded for me, and it wasn’t as if I’d spent my life immersed in faith. I’d just been raised to believe God was out there, somewhere, and had a fleeting flirtation with Pentecostalism, before a years-long seeking after something. Something huge, …

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Dec 17 2011

Buffalo Bill’s

Poem’s been running through my mind since I heard about Hitch. He was outsize to me, like Buffalo Bill. Perhaps someone will put him in a poem like this one. Perhaps, if the Muse is kind, I shall. What I like about them is that, outsize as they were, legendary as they seemed, they were …

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Aug 21 2010

A Poem for Hitch

This is lovely, and says so many things so very, very well.  Go.  Read. Tip o’ the shot glass to Neil Gaiman.

May 02 2009

Britain Gets It’s First Female Poet Laureate

Score one for my gender: LONDON – The centuries-old post of British poet laureate, bard to kings and queens, has been held by William Wordsworth, Alfred Lord Tennyson and Ted Hughes — but never, until Friday, by a woman. Carol Ann Duffy said she hesitated before accepting the job, which brings a high public profile …

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May 01 2009

Poem o’ the Day

A little hair of the dog? We can’t just come off of National Poetry Month cold turkey, and thanks to Chris, we don’t have to. A NIGHT MOORING NEAR MAPLE BRIDGE While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the frost; Under the shadows of the maple-trees a fisherman moves with his …

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