Can We Not

Can We Not 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Can we not just sit, Can we not just sit and share Can we not just sit and share our stories I grow weary of the attacks on my borders…

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A Stone’s Throw Away

A Stone’s Throw Away 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Reference: John 10:22-42 Snake oil comes in so many forms, Blood red elixirs of heavy elements mixed with fermented fruit Bright green bottles over-filled with empty promise When I see…

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I Ordered A Coffee The Other Day

I Ordered A Coffee The Other Day 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Amongst crowds pushing forward with frantic needs I ordered a coffee the other day Tall caramel macchiato with an extra shot of espresso Through the din simply spoken, fully expecting…

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Midlife Harvest

Midlife Harvest 150 150 Kevin Peterson

I have experienced many places in life Times of plenty, times of want Rock hard labor, kitten soft rest Days of tearing down and tearing up Times of green peace…

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Anam Cara

Anam Cara 150 150 Kevin Peterson

Far into the mountain wilderness Days within the ancient woods Miles from the end of paved roads Following the meandering path left by others Earlier travelers, long gone, unknown Except…

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rainy night

rainy night 150 150 Diana Meakem

 On this rainy night, I stepped outside to feel the moisture of the air on my skin. I went outside partly to write a poem, but also because rain inspires…

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Piece By Piece

Piece By Piece 150 150 Diana Meakem

 Don’t just swallow them whole. Poems were written to be eaten piece by piece., a feast— each word a wafer, broken for you. Be careful of the edge, corners especially—slippery…

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The Day I Learned To Fly

The Day I Learned To Fly 150 150 Diana Meakem

When I wrote about soaring, you left two words in response:“Remember Icarus.” (A friendly warning from your local pastor: Don’t let freedom go to your head. You’ll burn in hell.…

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Saturday 150 150 Diana Meakem

  Between death and resurrection, absence howls. This day’s as empty as Thursday’s cup. I know how the Story ends—still it stretches— My God, my God, why have you forsaken us?…

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