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It’s Tough To Be a Kelly

IT’S TOUGH TO BE A KELLY Born County Antrim, Erin, in eighteen thirty-two, the colour of my hair was black, my eyes were greyish blue. My mother’s name was Mary while my father was James Quinn and Ellen was my name in life, one of eleven kin. We sailed on board the ‘England’ as dad […]

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Dear Pubsters

Dear Pubsters. After seeing the announcement that the pub will close shortly, I want to thank you all for your company and friendships over the years. And most of all I want to thank you all for your beautiful poetry I have read from your pen since the day Sarah invited me to join the […]

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Photography poetry

Consider the Lily

Consider the Lily 6-11-2020, A Rainy Day You’d think the favored, opened, pastel-pink Fringe© notebook from TJMaxx could do it—inspire me automatically to write. I purposely counted the nineteen, dime-sized spirals and traced the copper-colored surfaces of each circular piece in hopes of connecting to some inspiration. Hmm. To no avail. Maybe selecting the favorite […]

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A Breath in Time

sometimes a quiet pausing stillness in the rush of days moments of reflection a whispering of breezes thoughts relaxed to the past old trees and a young boy a world that seemed forever inquiring call of a quail suppertime call of mom

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The Inn Of Verse

The doors bolted lanterns dark.   A man bundled with reeds on his back looks elsewhere to stoke his thoughts.   A woman with her shawl and bag of wool turns elsewhere to weave her tale.   The twilight stark as seagulls strike the air with their shriek –   their flint tongues hungering   […]

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Blinker

One little vertical line there on my monitor screen, so simple it is in function yet so much can it mean. When I am writing it will show me how far I have got; but when I am struggling it shows me how far I have not. It leads the way in periods of great […]

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Babylon

(LA,  June 1, 2020) Angels watch their city burn as the crowds torch palm trees and cars, smash   storefront  windows where  they once saw their reflections blend with people from down town, a twin   exposure that made them feel almost human. Now, the broken glass lies scattered and street lamps hold   a […]

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Ah, Youth

A family trip in a year gone by, driving to Florida with a young child, four years old, headed for five. A stop en route, along the Gulf of Mexico, some time to rest and stretch, and see the sea for the first time. An empty stretch of sandy shore, the mother, father, and child, […]

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Beyond Sleepy Hollow

The road between dreams and reality is one that must be negotiated….                                                                                                     Jack Zipes He dreamt of her incessantly, a young woman wandering through his garden. Her face cameo’d on the cool, showered  dusk. A pallid impression of something. Something like the  thistles and lilies resigned  to bloom as stalks of  pain, of pathos […]

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Photography poetry

Haiku (for the children)

oh, people near me show me, model it for me show me how to bloom