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You Shall Be My Roots
You Shall Be My Roots You shall be my roots and I will be your shade, though the sun burns my leaves. You shall quench my thirst and I will feed you fruit, though time takes my seed. And when … Continue reading
Tax Day Limericks!!
That’s right, it is everyone’s favorite, Tax Day Limericks!! Let’s lighten the mood a little shall we? Those with delicate spam blockers or delicate sensibilities may choose (or may have it chosen for them) not to continue. The limerick is … Continue reading
Time Passes
Time Passes Time too is afraid of passing, is riddled with holes through which time feels itself leaking. Time sweats in the middle of the night when all the other dimensions are sleeping. Time has lost every picture of itself … Continue reading
A Song From the Suds
A Song From The Suds Queen of my tub, I merrily sing, While the white foam raises high, And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring, And fasten the clothes to dry; Then out in the free fresh air they swing, … Continue reading
What is True
What is True one must be one to ever be two and if you were a day I’d find a way to live through you ~ Ben Kopel
Emily Dickinson at the Redhouse!
Poetry in Theatre! Syracuse folks ~ Celebrate National Poetry Month by going to The RedHouse this weekend! Belle of Amherst is a delightful one woman show written by William Luce. April 10 & 11 @ 8pm $25 for non members … Continue reading
Wine Tasting
Wine Tasting I think I detect cracked leather. I’m pretty sure I smell the cherries from a Shirley Temple my father bought me in 1959, in a bar in Orlando, Florida, and the chlorine from my mother’s bathing cap. And … Continue reading
Reminder: PIYP !!!!!
National Poem in Your Pocket Day will be held on April 30th this year. What will you be carrying?
Around Us
Around Us We need some pines to assuage the darkness when it blankets the mind, we need a silvery stream that banks as smoothly as a plane’s wing, and a worn bed of needles to pad the rumble that fills … Continue reading
We Have Come To Be Danced
We Have Come To Be Danced We have come to be danced Not the pretty dance Not the pretty, pretty, pick me, pick me dance But the claw our way back into the belly Of the sacred, sensual animal dance … Continue reading