Sunday, February 3, 2013
"Love's why we're here" by, Rick O'Gorman
Life can be so kind Life can be so cruel If you look you'll find We all play the fool We all play the game We all feel the pain We all watch and wonder No one can explain Why are we here? Why all this hate and fear? Surely this isn't the wayNow's our chance Join in the Dance Hear what your heart has to say...Says we gotta love one another And the Earth is our Mother We can help with the healing And it's all in our feeling Feeling LOVE Rick O'Gorman, Rick is a 3rd generation in a line of performing singers. He first came to Martha's Vineyard in the late 1950's while seeking shelter from a storm on a boat with his father. Since then he has played original music and "original covers" on just about every stage and venue on the island. He …
Sunday, January 27, 2013
"WITNESS" by Richard C. Skidmore
WE are the generation of witnesses. WE who have seen and felt so much. Not because of our age, but because of the age, Because of the enormously swift compaction of time and space. Because, of course, of the ever-grasping nature of the mind, our first tool. The mind before the stone implement, before the wheel. The mind before the telephone, the TV, the computer. The mind before the bomb. Everything goes in a flash in the atomic age, and we witnessing watch it flashing on the screens of our minds. Our minds are time's eye. Time passes, we witness time, time and again. Our witness is time's life. The chaos of past meeting future begets NOW, our mindful present. Richard Skidmore is a writer of many things. He lives in …
Sunday, January 20, 2013
"listen silent" by, William Waterway
with intent of enlightened spirit unheard lyrics reaching across timeless crevasse gathered from colliding ley lines of ancient incantations a ceaseless warp and weft confluence of ethereal song rising and falling to passion’s rhythm long lost now found rising from deep damp throat of oracle’s sacred orifice I feel your voice lift dark veil away from blind eye’s face sands shift, springs whirl beneath my feet as air, sky, sun, water balance spins above earthly space - three plus one form vortex free turning in carved circle – round and round – ceremony of eternity step outside, grab broken buried antlered branch – hold it tightly stab bottom end into ground, on this your lost life does depend look about you with eyes wide – child pulled …
Sunday, January 13, 2013
"My Dear" by Winonah Amber Harrington
Embrace can be like a flower Opening to sunshine Love can be like rain falling to earth Devotion can be like the sun always rising As my heart to you Tears can be like a caress, gentle and nurturing Gazes can be as the earth turning, Rotating between seasons - as light fading into dark Anger can be like a spider web Doubt as ice cream on sensitive teeth Confusion is a cold front meeting a warm front, from it will come clarity after The Storm Trusting is a wisdom, and knowing of the cyclic nature and a Remembering of the Present A kiss, as swimming in pure warm glacier melt Jealousy, as a newt, fragile and poetic Heart, as dance and song, beating to the Current Of US About this column: This…
Sunday, January 6, 2013
“Distant Drumming” by, Jonathan Auerbach
“Distant Drumming” by Jonathan Auerbach © 2012 Jonathan Auerbach, Arrofire Music (ASCAP) You see me, I feel you do You see me play it cool You want some wisdom Go find yourself a fool Tell yourself a lot of lies, life can get a little numbing Nothing wipes off a disguise like the sound of distant drumming I see you trapped, I watch you fight In a struggle to be free You find out that love comes with a busted guarantee You didn’t hear the call You didn’t see it coming Had you listened at all you’d have heard the distant drumming Some feet can walk forever and never find no rhythm Some hearts can’t get a beat, no matter what you give them Some tears fall down like rain at the sound of thunder And a dream can disappear if you push it …
Sunday, December 30, 2012
"The Terrifying Radiance of Angels" by Lee H. McCormack
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Sunday, December 30, 2012
This poem was recited by Lee before an audience of over 2,000 at JawsFest 2012 They come to us in silent beauty Without mercy or rancor or wings A terrifying radiance of ghosts and angels Gliding gracefully out of the shadows Under man’s primitive, unconscious fear. They come following a single drop of blood In one million parts water Through Nature’s rapacious currents of hunger, Bearing 400 million years of Earth’s history And up to forty thousand teeth, in jaws That, in a single lifetime, will receive Everything the seas offer without resistance. They come from the original, genetic Origins of form and earthly Genesis To clean the waters of excess and foulness left When death takes over an animal’s flesh And turns it to debris…
Sunday, December 23, 2012
"Trespassing in the After Season" by Dan Waters
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Sunday, December 23, 2012
Come along, let’s hike Forbidden property again this year. We’ll sit on summer porches if we like, Now that the coast is clear. Our chins and cheeks will numb But come, let’s walk some distant neighbor’s land. We’ll view his view and taste the odd beachplum; You need not hold my hand. We’ll walk the winter shore Beyond the wild grapes withered in the gale, Embalmed bayberries even birds ignore And eelgrass pickled pale. We’ll ask each other why (Of all the places in the universe, Before our summer neighbor’s shuttered eye) An island would rehearse Interment every year And reach our normal turning-point, the hush Of cold Atlantic hours cutting clear Across the brine-dwarfed brush. If someone asks to know What brings us strangers here in …
Sunday, December 16, 2012
"December Invocations" by Ellie Bates
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Sunday, December 16, 2012
12/12/12 lady of Guadalupe a woman clothed with the sun moon under her feet twelve stars crown her head protector, virgin guard Latino homelands lead us to justice and peace today everyday everywhere 12/13/12 Lucia, martyr, pure your day celebrates light like the candles you carried in dark underground tunnels to find your way to feed prisoners to give hope to survive adversity 12/14/12 Kali, adorned with plumes help us to be the always hopeful gardeners of the spirit who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth as without light nothing flowers 12/15/12 Eleanor, from Helen helios, sun, bright one at Troy, empress, mother of Constantine later a saint today a namesake can I be so radiant bringing light …
Sunday, December 9, 2012
"Damocles Fallen" by Barbara Pope Peckham
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Sunday, December 9, 2012
A gray cloud hangs ominously On the horizon, overshadowing The last golden rays of the sun. Below, Damocles waits; The sword hangs by a hair! In a great white building Men and women squabble - Moving chess pieces to Make decisions that affect Crises of lives and livelihoods, One-upmanship the game of the day. Meanwhile the black cloud grows, And thunder begins to rumble. Lightning flashes in the cloud. A man comes out of the building - Waving and crying triumphantly, “We got what we wanted!” And the thunder rolls, and brilliant Bolts of lightning strike the ground. The rains come, and the winds whip, Tearing the shelter from those Flinching helpless, beneath. Jobs vanish; the sick have no succor. Wall Street flails from the Shock …
Sunday, December 2, 2012
"In Defense Of Science III" by Lee H. McCormack
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Sunday, December 2, 2012
A man studies the foreign nature of his body, the scuttle and rush of salt and potassium raising his blood to determine the stuttering tattoo of his heart, the hunger and satiety of mind phasing in and out of fog and sunlight, the synesthesia that denies logic any single absolute, the synapse that allows the rhythm to continue. For years he studies the violence, the quiet motion in the pause and space of silence between each breath, and in his spine, a notion of a place where he can linger, rest and reside, while he tries to learn the language of his immigrant flesh. And the weather, the ocean wind caressing him, a second skin, or a blow, a fist Threatening everything as he studies moods that swing from East to West, leaving bent compass…
Martha Magee
10:25 am on Monday, February 4, 2013
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