Author Archives: alicebarrett

About alicebarrett

Small town writer

Spill Your Guts: Poems in Time of Political Upheaval

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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A Rainbow Fell Before Me

A rainbow fell before me On a dusky pale road. It sounded like a bird. It sounded like boots splashing in a puddle. . A rainbow fell sad upon a road. The road curved away Leaving her behind with A … Continue reading

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Time Change Spoiler Alert

Spoiler alert Turn your clocks forward Unless they turn forward Automatically Then don’t or you’ll be two hours late for church … Spoiler alert Turn left when you think you should Unless GPS told you the same Automatically Then don’t … Continue reading

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Prayer Written during President’s State of the Union Address

Okay, I know You’re around. No need for me to worry or to seek or to sing psalms. You’re around. Don’t get all poetic on me about You being reflected in everything I see. Or that You dwell in every … Continue reading

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Profile in Silhouette

Behind him a brick wall drips with old colors, He is facing West 82nd Street. His lashes droop down, his eyes are closed. All I can see is the blackness where his face was, . As if his face had … Continue reading

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This forest is so young My hands can reach around almost each tree, My arms can tightly embrace even the oldest. Yet such quiet pervades the forest That I forget time. . Quiet is itself older than trees and forest, … Continue reading

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Feather and Skin

The sixty-ninth year is coming upon me Since first I made to count. Still the self-same hawk circles over, Or another in its place, . Skimming clouds overhead, watching My old bones and eyes. She disappears a moment into the … Continue reading

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