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Shelter in Place Poem, Day 13
The sun was setting and the moon was rising, the moon was almost full and shone large over the mesa, the sunset lengthened our shadows as we walked our regular route talking and laughing in the warm, barely-spring air, the dog was lunging at so many rabbits we decided to…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Day 12
The animals visit my dreams. The rabbit says if I freeze in fear, my fear will find me. The hawk caws take the long view. The horse lies down on my body. Okay, I say. I get it. Horse. The spider says, weave. The turtle says, slow. The mouse says…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Days 10 & 11
Not knowing what to say I look for lines to steal: late coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. If April is the cruelest month then…. But logic has no place here. The sun was warm but the wind was chill. Somewhere someone was sewing a mask. A rough beast…
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Poetry Reading!
Hi all, I’m taking a break from my shelter in place poem on Saturdays, but if you are in the mood for some wonderful poetry today, check out John Brehm‘s reading. He is one of my favorite poets ever as well as a friend of mine. His reading is today,…
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Shelter in Place Poem Day 9
I am thinking about Tupperware. I am thinking about fire and air, earth and water. * Dear fire, when you take everything, do you take everything? The black field of your wake is dotted with seeds we can’t see. Right? * It was so windy metal chairs scooted across the…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Day 8
Clouds, overnight, drifted and settled into spaces not taken by trees or houses. They mute the noises of early morning (traffic, birds, coyotes). A mist. A shimmering. An airy layer of frosting. It is a day to stay home in. I guess I’ll stay home in it.
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Shelter in Place Poem, Day 7, and fire poem study
Note: this piece is part of my long shelter in place poem as well as a “study” of fire for a piece I will write for an upcoming exhibition of the work of the artist Anna Kaye: check out her work here. Perhaps it is time to burn everything.…
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Shelter In Place Poem, Day 5
It is everlastingly funny that the proud, metaphysically ambitious, clamoring mind will hush if you give it an egg writes Annie Dillard in her essay about a total eclipse which she watched a hilltop in Washington state. As the “monstrous swift shadow cone of the moon” rushed toward her and everyone…
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Shelter In Place Poem, Days 3 & 4
If you google an animal’s name on your smartphone, say, lion, then scroll down and select View in 3D, the animal appears in your camera’s viewfinder as though it were suddenly in your home. The giant lion takes up my whole bedroom, startling me; a panda sits on our bannister,…
Kimberly O'Connor 