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This week at Eye On Life we are pleased to host poet and artist Pascale de Comarmond.  Please stop by and read and/or listen to her fine work. Musically speaking I am in two bands now as well as playing at the synagogue on occasional Friday nights with the Shabbat band there.  Who knew a trombone pl

Back after a week off as I recovered from NaPoWriMo – National Poetry Writing Month, 30 poems in 30 days. I just managed to do it. I am proud of my accomplishment as well as those of all who participated. This week at Eye On Life we have poetry by Ayaz Daryl Nielsen who used [...]

1 Funerals Elder care Retirement College educations Teenagers Children Babies Medical care Vacations Money Fun Transportation Shelter Food Clothing Work Me 2 There is the car that takes me to work There is the time that I spend in the car There is the time that I spend fixing the car There is the ti

Swoop and swerve Round the curves Force and energy Friction and synergy Harder faster Tempting disaster Here to there Over land or sea Through water or air Fly with me Glide and ride Slip and slide Lean into the turns Accelerate After-burn Into the straightaway Up the mountain Down the valley Around

I posted poem 23 of 30 for NaPoWriMo here. Donal Mahoney gave us a nice little epic this week at Eye On Life.  You can find that here. I admit I have had some stress over keeping up with NaPoWriMo, but it has been worth it.  Deadlines are as good for a poet as they [...]

So I wrote a review of Saturday night at the Massachusetts Poetry Festival at Eye On Life.  It was a good night there, with Nikky Finney, Sherwin Bitsui, Wesley McNair and Joy Harjo.   GREAT stuff.  Worth writing about. And, I wrote poem number 17 of 30 for NaPoWriMo and posted it on Facebook.  So [

Like a big fat soup Of rich Eastern European flavors Hints of the Middle East Swirling in a spicy confluence Of delectable modal-ism Inter-twirling in a sort of minor key Stirred with a clarinet Maybe add a little trombone Perhaps a pinch of cornet A dash each of violin and saxophone Into a piano co

Blend into the desired heart Aching around the scars Squeezed open in my fist Exposing the raw interior To the stinging air Bearing burdens I am brought others bearing burdens Smiling I am brought smiles When I breathe into nothingness I am brought beauty Carrying the heart Forced open Everyone step