Ruined… by Jeffrey Williams

Posted on June 30, 2013 by randomlyaccessedpoetics

RUINED

its a game of winner takes all

only the clear winner is greed

the desire to want for little sacrifice

the need to have without earning

no its not the only way

it is the easiest way

its how the world forms each day

lifting one to the top

while crushing those below

not too concerned with the damage

collateral or otherwise

its hope without the eternal

its summer without the fall

the ruins have been ruined

with nothing to show at all

Jeffrey has been writing since 1996. He was stuck indoors one hot summer day with the heat index so high the mayor of his city requested everyone remain inside. He was bored, watched the Golden Girls and so it began.

Copyright © 2013 by Jeffrey Williams

William Wright Harris… At The Asylum

Posted on June 16, 2013 by randomlyaccessedpoetics

At The Asylum

shadows in green

red & blue

arched door

ways emptying in

to nothing

foot steps

tracing a hall

way stretching

thru madness

an end painted

in vincent’s

favorite yellow

I wake up for poetry. My poetry has appeared in twelve countries in such publications as The Cannon’s Mouth, Poetry Salzburg Review, Ascent Aspirations, generations and Write On!!! A graduate from the University of Tennessee- Knoxville, I have studied poetry in workshop settings. As a hobby, I collect places I have been published.

Copyright © 2013 by William Wright Harris

Encounter at Narcissus’ Pool… by Susan P. McNally

Posted on May 19, 2013 by randomlyaccessedpoetics

Encounter at Narcissus’ Pool

Have you ever met someone, and thought,

I’ve been waiting for you all my life?

“We fall in love with strangers,” says Marge Piercy.

Actually it’s a single, peculiarly significant stranger.

Eyes lock across a tightrope of longing,

Seeing you, seeing you seeing me, without eyes.

Falling into a pool, or a lagoon of sorts,

dark as night, reflecting moonlight as in a mirror.

Reaching into the pool the image shifts, shatters,

it cannot withstand touch,

reemerges, a phantom of light,

with the sharp intake of breath, of calm.

A meeting of strangers, known forever

at the crossroads of eternity.

There is a task, a mission…

Sometime after the encounter at the pool,

the ground shifted to a land long dreaded.

There’s a mission, an assignment

in the land of Has to Be.

You’ve always known,

all that was hidden

must be revealed.

Susan P. McNally is a psychotherapist in private practice in Yuba City, CA. She is a painter and sculptor, the author Of Sandplay: A Sourcebook for Play Therapists, and a poet. Along with Lily Noonan, she is a co-editor of Winged Poiesis News in conjunction with the Yuba-Sutter Regional Arts Council in Marysville, CA.

Copyright © 2012 by Susan P. McNally

New Tradition… by Kim Logue

Posted on September 2, 2012 by randomlyaccessedpoetics

New Tradition (see collage image below)

how (not) to get a MAN.

rediscovering birth

so sincerely its nearly

childlike

i n d e p e n d e n c e

MIX

shake the world today

GRAVITY

IS FOR

SISSIES

petal of honour

leo captivates

sex that’s healing

About KIM LOGUE

an Award winning poet and journalist, turned songwriter. A horse-trainer-trainer, that digs papermaking, collaging, dancing, singing, percussion toys, and

The WORDS…

Note To Self…by Thomas Zimmerman

Posted on May 6, 2012 by randomlyaccessedpoetics

Note To Self

It’s Mahler’s Sixth, with Szell conducting, on

the stereo:

the tragic in our art

and lives is what I’m thinking now, the part

we play within the cycle.

Wife is gone,

and dogs are fed, asleep. I’m with my self

or selves, my many deaths and births.

The gold-

brown leaves shot through with sun, the crumbling shelf

of cloud beyond the neighbors’ house that’s old

but freshly painted and reroofed, the new

blue vein I see on my left shin. . .

and now,

from woodwinds, strings, the brass erupts.

How do

we handle flux? Catholicism, Tao,

or Hamlet’s calm “Let be?”

My wife comes back

tomorrow. Percy yelps; he wants a snack.

Thomas Zimmerman teaches English, directs the Writing Center, and edits two literary magazines at Washtenaw Community College, in Ann Arbor, MI. Poems of his have appeared recently in Antiphon, Electric Windmill Press, and The Petrichor Review. You can link here to Tom’s website: www.thomaszimmermanonline.com

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