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About Lucie Brock- Broida’s “Real Life”
About Lucie Brock- Broida’s “Real Life” As I was scrolling through my Facebook feed on Monday, after having posted the previous blog earlier in the day, I discovered Lucie Brock- Broida’s (1956- 2018) poem, “Real Life” (poets.org>poem>real-life). I say discovered because I’d never encountered the poem before. “Real Life” was published in Brock- Broida’s first… Continue reading
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agricola the saxon
agricola the saxonas a silhouette against the top of the morningstrolls in a rut furrowed across the foreheadof the country away from glauchauobserves how the land faced toward daylightsod fleshed here and there skinnedwith barley crop wrinklesdown into the lines on the face in whichin april a creek swells ora stream or river flows between… Continue reading
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i wore it
i wore itlike the beauty of the womani guided through the room under chandelierswhere the tuxedoed five- piece- bandplayed the dance with their stringswore it for the boywith his pal on the corner i wore itto lead their pointing fingersfrom west to eastwhen i cruised up third avenueand from east to westwhen i cruised back… Continue reading
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arch the yew wood
arch the yew woodbow in your voice and pullback the hemp bow string and the nockin the shaft of warning made of words and arrow headedreleasewound the ambitions of that turnspit dog that malformed intruder who leans on the dining room table in the house where you are guestedwhere queen and princess or duchess and… Continue reading
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it’s stew
it’s stewa china small bowl of stewand now my brother sleepsall his peaceful nights worksall his thoughtless days while ii try pin the shoulders of all i believedown to the welcome mat on the hot sand at my doorwhere belief evades my reaching fingers and circleslike a fly circles me in the hottest time of… Continue reading
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with words pike pointed
with words pike pointedspear tipped steel polished sharpened piercethe center of his tunic let him bethe oldest man the man most warped who swingsa leg stiff at the knee and unbentthrough the door into the kitchen whouncalled uninvited unmet hobblesthrough the pantrythrough the door into the dining room before the day’sfire is put in the… Continue reading
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warn with a boundary stone in your voice
warn with a boundary stone in your voicethat doesn’t bend that isn’t movedby how an ox of a son in the fieldfifty years ago is crippleddown to an old uncle who limpsto the servants’ door without summons uncalledhis shadow stooped by all the scythes he’s swungby all the straws he’s rakedby all the bundles he’s… Continue reading
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What I Know and What I Don’t Believe
As a male in my early sixties, I’m one of the twelve percent of thirty- five- to seventy- nine- year- old Canadians who’ve been diagnosed with Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD). Alberta, the Canadian province that is my home, in the summer is exposed either to heat and smoke or to humidity with impending rain.… Continue reading
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5-13, 2023-Living With COPD
My medical condition is Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD). There is severe impairment with my breathing function. I live with a constant sense of congestion in my lungs. There are efforts to cough the phlegm up several times a day, but it seems easiest to cough it up after I go to bed. The COPD… Continue reading
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