Submitted by: Andrea Silverstein
So DJ has started this wonderful group
Of kindred souls that are part of the troop
It’s a wonderful format where we each get to speak
And amazingly we meet every day of the week
Our time on the puzzle is a unique and fun thing
It helps to lessen the quarantine’s sting
It enlivens my brain and brings social engagement
Avoiding a potential insanity derangement
I love knowing I’ll see the familiar kind faces
As we log into Zoom and get into our places
So I’m feeling quite grateful that this pleasure exists
Though I have no idea how long this virus persists
Submitted by: Anonymous
All I had wanted to do was finish my calculus homework.
Because I had so much going on:
Like prom and being class president and AP classes and college apps
and dragging you across the parking lot,
limp and lifeless,
and somehow trying to explain to the nurse,
that no, no, no
it’s just the flu
and that you didn’t fall out of my truck,
or puke in the duff by the woods,
and yes, please send him home.
And you see I covered for you:
and covered, and covered, and covered,
until I couldn’t anymore.
And I was so tired,
because I had been waking up every day
trying to save you.
And you let us get caught.
Don’t think I don’t see the blame in your eyes,
glassed red and dazed purple at the edges,
like that bruise on your arm, or the hasty gash on your shoulder,
that you tried to convince me I could sew for you,
in the bathroom by ourselves.
I can’t stitch you back together, I can’t.
Not when they’ve marked you.
You cried that night too.
I got scared
because the wildness that I have loved about you,
since I caught you climbing to the top of the fridge
when you were three,
was faded with an ashy edge
like the smoke I let you wrap us in.
How could you?
For almost 7,000 days now
it’s been my job
to watch and make sure you’re okay.
And yes, honey, I know.
Rehab is hell, and this is my fault.
I’ve always been the quieter one,
the shadow to your spark.
Which is maybe why you were so shocked
And how could you how could you how could you
I don’t know where that courage came from either,
right in the middle of calculus homework.
Submitted by: Joan Testori
A house once stood there.
Now long grasses dance where children once played,
Blueberry bushes mark the spot where love once lived.
Now, all these memories are hidden from view.
Once the house’s heart rang with the sound of children’s laughter,
As it gathered the family into its embrace,
Providing comfort and protection as the years quickly past.
Yet as the years marched on the house’s soul wept in grief,
As one by one all left its familiar shelter,
Leaving its heart hurting and wounded.
Then my grandmother left.
Now only I know where that house once stood--
Or I think I do,
As I drive slowly past.
The house long ago lost its heart in a fire.
The workplace up the road – the industry of my grandfather
Lies among the trees and grass that swallowed up the sawdust and earth.
There is nothing there to remind me of how that house – that mill
Looked but these memories that I hold close to my heart,
And when I am gone these memories will be gone as well.
Submitted by: Lenore Blake
Wish I never heard of Covid 9
Before it came along I was doin' just fine
God damn pandemic
What have you done to my life?
Taken away my freedom
And filled it with strife.
Can't go out
Can't see my friends
Can't make love
Can't make amends
Boredom and ennui have taken their toll on me
Pernicious Pandemic go away and let me be
Submitted by: Lenore Blake
The breeze, sweetened with the scent of frangipanne blossoms
Pushes the hair in front of my eyes
As if to block out the horrors of the world around me
And bestow a moment of peace.
Submitted by: Karl Nicholas Urso
Your talent glows
your smile radiant
you heart shines bright like that of a million suns
it must make you smile
to think of all the hearts you won by poems you read
I know then when I hear you read
I know black girl and woman magic ant dead
I cant wait for me to read
take look in side the world of art
and appreciate the time you took ,
took to create your part
when I see you
I just cant wait speak
and sometimes have to wait
I wish I could talk to you more in a
heart to heart and one on one fashion conversation
I hope my friendship with you is ever lasting
what ever we turn out to be
I don't want to ruin this relationship
and have you go free
like so many other in the past
I guess some where in my heart
I am concerned and wonder if we will last
your an amazing writer mother powerful black woman full of class and respect
there are many things I want to get to know
so many things I want to ask
so much I don't know yet
wondering if there will ever be a right time
like so many of my artist friends to chat
there is only so much hours
in the day
but I admire you a lot
and hope that admiration will stay
maybe if I show more of who I am
as person would you judge me ?
would you look the other way
I guess my form of expression
my way of saying hey !
I know you know who you are
already with me lighting the way
or telling you
who this poem is about
or maybe you won't and too figure it out
but I tell one thing you you smile
my friend never want to pout
trying to find way to honor you
I guess that what this poem is about
about my friend
who is an poet and a artist
that I admire a lot
I admire all that you do
in the life you got
I hope to see things.
for what they are
and not they are not
because I have been admiring you
quite a real lot
with you poetry you talk shows and acting
and so much more
it's people you that remind me
things are worth fighting for
And there are still good people out there even after my heart was broke even if it was only two time that really even had spoke you are very inspirational woman and I admire you a lot i really don't know how to end this poem yet with the creativity that I got
But you won my admiration a lot
Submitted by: Alyssa Archambault
all i want to do
is to dive into
the cold, refreshing water
with strength that doesn’t falter.
alone and naked and unobserved,
with no one to tell me i’m absurd.
i unbutton my top
and allow it to drop.
a chill runs through by body,
it looks a little gaudy.
i close my eyes,
my arms begin to rise;
i take the leap
and hit the water in a heap.
it sends splinters of ice
throughout my bodice.
it numbs my brain
and keeps me sane.
Submitted by: Alyssa Archambault
she has been sitting
in the corner of her brain
scared, anxious, and stressed
for so long
that she didn’t realize
the walls which keep her imprisoned
are made of the thinnest, brittle drywall.
all she has to do
to escape the hell
she keeps herself in
is get up, walk to the wall,
and tap it extremely lightly.
if she does, the wall
will collapse in front of her,
and present the escape she longs for.
after a long stretch
of sitting with her thoughts,
she had the idea
to walk over and see
if she could escape the hell
that is her head
by trying to break down
the walls which keep her captive.
so, she pushes herself to her feet
and tentatively wanders
to the wall of her brain.
after a moment, she lifts her fingers
and slowly places her hand on the wall.
and as soon as she does,
the wall crumbles right in front of her.
Submitted by: Patricia Martin
Now is the time to recall what is sweet, what is good
in the face of darkening days
in the face of facts and exaggerations
in the face of fear and fear mongering
that is relentlessly in our face
We need to pause, to tune out, to turn away
and just breathe quietly
letting peace sink in
at least for a while
to just take that moment to moment
We need to recall and call upon what is sweet, what is good
simple pleasures that give us joy
like a bed made with freshly laundered sheets
stirring a fragrant soup simmering on the stove
watching the bouncing prance of a happy dog
picking up a cat that reaches up to be hugged
hearing a good friend’s voice over the phone
feeling the brisk spring wind softly slap your face alive
noticing the first new buds are on a venerable old tree
catching a glimpse of the golden glow of sunlight at those certain hours
receiving the texted photo of the new baby born amidst chaos
looking for all the world like Buddha
Focusing on what is sweet, what is good
to make you feel so alive, at this moment
Submitted by: Kayla M.
Yellow skin ripens with age
The inner body enclosed by a cage
Warmth of sunlight browns the skin
The intestinal fortitude safe within
One day goes by followed by two
The aging skin looks like a chocolate covered goo
Full of wisdom time kills another
The overwhelming sense of what to do requires my mother
She looks at the poor thing right there on the counter
It looks pathetic next to the freshly picked flower
She sighs and heads straight to the book
This routine is so common I don't have look
She skins it right there on the counter top
Throws away the remains in the garbage, plop
I watch as she takes the tool to smash the spread
Another one lost to banana bread