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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,…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Day 2
“Shelter in place” was the name of a particular drill at the West Virginia high school where I taught sophomores literature and grammar in 2002, where Sammie who wore her hair in pigtails like a little girl once outlined her desk in Elmer’s glue, paying particular attention to filling in…
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Shelter in Place Poem, Day 1
I decided to write a long poem, a section or so each day, for the duration of Colorado’s shelter in place, which will last at least through April 11. Here’s day one. COVOD-19, 2020 If you are reading this, you are so far a survivor, not only of the obvious…
Kimberly O'Connor 