Friday, December 14, 2018

Leonard D Greco Jr draws

Alphabetic Primer of Fairyland
“K” is for Kells, Book of

JD DeHart writes

Herd Instinct

Hectic, they hurry across the 
landscape, onward to another oasis.
This place is littered with blinking
signs and liquidation sales.

Pining for sustenance. The distant
rumbles of some invisible predator
urge them on. The food court has
been closed for a while now.

The predator is only in their minds.
There is no bear waiting to snatch them.
Soon, their shopping
will be done, but never really done.

Hard-scrabble, they wear the signs
of their journey, plastic bags hang on
their arms, shiny stones gathered
from the river bed of commerce wink.

A hiccup in the journey – the baby
is getting sleepy. They do not have a list,
but imagine that there are more wares
to collect in the yawning storefronts.

Another day.
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Rik George writes & draws

The Alpha-Bestiary

K is for Katrinka, 
The katydid from Katmandu 
Who quaffed a cup of mountain dew, 
Downed a pound of Polska Kielbasa, 
With a side of kohlrabi and kale 
And spent the rest of her life in the loo.

Vernon Mooers writes

Haeundae Beach

There is a full moon: De Bo Rum.
The tide draws us to this place.
This night, the sky is lit by stars:
On this beach, we are lovers.
White waves roll into shore
wash fine sand under our feet
slowly, like an hour glass.

I will not remember the bad things
the rat on the bar room beam
backstreet cheap hotels
the alleys where sailors stumble
piss and puke in the night 
the static blare of music.
The exhaust fumes are flown out to sea
         On strong winds which
 blow and tangle fresh in your hair.
 This night is ours. There is only
 the distant taste
          of salt
          on your lips. 

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Wendell Berry says

Make a place to sit down.   
Sit down. Be quiet.   
You must depend upon   
affection, reading, knowledge,   
skill—more of each   
than you have—inspiration,   
work, growing older, patience,   
for patience joins time   
to eternity. Any readers   
who like your poems,   
doubt their judgment.   

Breathe with unconditional breath   
the unconditioned air.   
Shun electric wire.   
Communicate slowly. Live   
a three-dimensioned life;   
stay away from screens.   
Stay away from anything   
that obscures the place it is in.   
There are no unsacred places;   
there are only sacred places   
and desecrated places.   

Accept what comes from silence.   
Make the best you can of it.   
Of the little words that come   
out of the silence, like prayers   
prayed back to the one who prays,   
make a poem that does not disturb   
the silence from which it came.

Thursday, December 13, 2018

Leonard D Greco Jr draws

Alphabetic Primer of Fairyland 

“J” is for Jester

Jeremy Seligson writes