Poetry

Choices abound in American daily life As a matter of not only our legacy But as a sacrament of our freedom worship Ill winds are swirling in the country Because such worship liturgy Lacks sufficient humility There is wreckage in the country Strewn from the ill winds of hubris Surely our gods must often rue […]

To the Persian Cat . . . Make Much of Time Caught in the August moonlight spangling the porch My elder feline brings to mind that line Of Byron’s: walk like the night or choose to perch In imitation of the jays you find Fearing you from afar, though absent cause No claws, few teeth […]

Looking at an Open Closet Door Sitting in her sweater, in a purple crochet coin purse, my grandmother’s rosary rests. Inside the pocket, tiny pearl blessings, counted on, worn by years of faithful fingers. –Nicole Mackey   Local poets were writing about contemporary events in the Sangamo Journal as early as the 1830s. People’s Poetry […]

New Governor The new Governor seems a stumble. Even his own grumble. Few words are forthcoming Things not exactly humming. What can he do Before there’s a big taa-do? Look South! Look South! Says a local mouth. I do agree. This advice we give for free. Two men, choose one, both very fine Down amongst […]

Opening Day, A.D. 2003 Cold today; Reckon that’s a blessing My numb thumb failed to feel the fish-hook stuck through it; So much blood! Mine–or the trout’s? –John Craig Carpenter   Local poets were writing about contemporary events in the Sangamo Journal as early as the 1830s. People’s Poetry wants you to share your thoughts […]