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Two Poems from “The Things That Gathers” by Lucas Smiraldo

LucasFeatured are the poems Johnny Damon and For People Who Have Considered Suicide
When Resurrection is Enough

Johnny Damon

Johnny Damon was dead.
Nine times,
nine games
his hair was
moving
his feet were
flying
but everyone in
Boston
would whisper,
Dead man swinging
and they knew
Johnny
Damon
was
dead–

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Infertility Goddess by Heather Pilder Olson

Heather Pilder OlsonI am an infertility goddess.
You can’t wear me around your neck like a totem.
You can’t rub my belly for good luck.
I spent 10 years of my life trying to have a baby.

It didn’t work. I didn’t get the happy ending you expect.
I never read What to Expect When You’re Expecting.
I was never expecting.
But I want to tell you my story: I want you to hear me.

We often stay silent.
It’s time to get loud.

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May 18th 1980 by Carl “Papa” Palmer

DSC05411near to a year remains in my tour before the date to rotate back to the states
my family with me serving the U.S. Army in eastern Hessen West Germany

before the fall of the Berlin Wall witness white ash fallen on our blue BMW
blown across the Atlantic Ocean from Mt St Helens blowing her top in western

Washington USA over 8000 km away where we have orders for Ft Lewis Washington
wondering how far this military base is from the base of that erupting volcano covering

stubborn Harry Truman of Spirit Lake Lodge like Pompeii from Mount Vesuvius
along with other hazards we heard that had occurred in this earth quake shifting plate

region of the upper San Andreas Fault where yet another stubborn soul Tubby the three
pawed dog biting rather than abiding his would be rescuer from atop Galloping Gertie

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Another Equinox by Ellen Miffitt

Miffitt_image 3set the timepiece for 10:29pm…
on the dot its autumn.
half-light – half dark,
a balanced outlook of sorts…
12 hours daylight – 12 hours night

the celebration –
mother nature is sending
her first big fall storm.
subtle shift charges the air…
mare’s tails are enhanced in the setting sun.

I collected oak leaves to dry.
already they’ve turned a burnished bronze.
Maple trees have leaves with red edges.
Aspen leaves are golden…
evergreens are loaded with pine cones.

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I Love the Mythology of Monsters Emerging by M. Morford

cclogoI love the mythology of monsters emerging from the darkest of woods,
Of spirits brought forth in rage by a human transgression,
Its presence called out
To avenge a human violation.

We dig into the earth as if it was ours to dissect,
Our machines and unleashed greed
Take us far past where our sense would take us.

Nothing is sacred when nothing is held back.
In these hands, and under these eyes,
Peace is as fragile and elusive as sleep.

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