Author Archives: alicebarrett

About alicebarrett

Small town writer

Autumn Haiku

Posted on November 19, 2020 by alicebarrett

autumn cold – watching a coup slowly melt

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The Making of the Book of Kells

Posted on September 25, 2020 by alicebarrett

Some monk somewhere made slow delicious love to each letter, holding each word close to his hand, his face, his heart. Was it the sound of the letter that revealed its intricate shape? Slowly, after listening and sleeping and waiting … Continue reading →

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How Haiku Saved My Soul

Posted on January 19, 2020 by alicebarrett

Haiku instructions: Stop Look around Listen Smell Feel your skin Take a breath Optional: write a few phrases. Suggestions for opportunities to write haiku: In a forest On a mountain On Main Street Northampton In front of a fire Standing … Continue reading →

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Lessons 2

Posted on January 1, 2020 by alicebarrett

Basho A burning sun slowly going down to drown – Mogami River   Me One feather of sunlight settles on the icy lake gently gently   .

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Lessons from a master 1

Posted on January 1, 2020 by alicebarrett

Basho Spring passes and the birds cry out – tears in the eyes of fishes   Me Where summer walked oaks stand naked over crusted rivulets  

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Theft

Posted on November 17, 2018 by alicebarrett

Theft The United States is a misnomer The Destroyed States of the Americas has an honest, forthright, sound. Countries steal other countries all the time. England stole my ancestors’ country. But I don’t live in other countries, I live here, … Continue reading →

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Clench the Fence

Posted on May 24, 2018 by alicebarrett

I lied. I said she said okay, But I hadn’t even asked. . Lying to Grandma, that’s how much I wanted to, I’d even lie to Grandma. . The project courtyard had fenced in grass, no larger than a tiny … Continue reading →

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Pawn Shop Mirror

Posted on May 10, 2018 by alicebarrett

This mirror has spots melted into the glass, Age spots like rust in the upper right hand corner. The glue holding in the glass is leaking from the frame. It seemed a good idea at the time, Buying a mirror … Continue reading →

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The Car Runs Fine: A Tribute to Ernie’s Garage

Posted on April 5, 2018 by alicebarrett

….and then the handle fell off the passenger side, the car runs fine though. The blower doesn’t work except on high, the car runs fine though. . Needs new wipers, the tires may just last another winter, it runs just … Continue reading →

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Spill Your Guts: Poems in Time of Political Upheaval

Posted on March 17, 2018 by alicebarrett

Spill Your Guts: Write Poems in This Time of Political Upheaval Poetry and Pizza Wednesday evening, April 4 2018, 6 p.m. – 7:30 p.m. Ashfield Congregational Church, 429 Main Street, Ashfield, MA If you have never written a poem, now … Continue reading →

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