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Author Archives: alicebarrett
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
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
Quiet
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
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
Stay tuned….
I’m working on the final draft of my first book. Crowds are waiting for release: I’m working as fast as I can.
Cafe haiku
Floor tiles are mismatched An old man stands bewildered Which way to go now? . . A woman passes In the cafe filled with diners – A breeze melts my skin .
Skeleton Skeltonic Verse
skeleton bones rattle as they roam ‘til they come back home. the last time i saw one he, she or it shone in the sun. he, she or it was having fun until he, she or it shouted a curse … Continue reading
Grandma’s Ghost
My grandmother wore a white sheet on Halloween. Her black oxford stout-heeled shoes poked out from under the hem. She walked with her familiar rock from side to side. Her pale blue eyes glinted through the eye holes. . She … Continue reading
Catholic High School
They sent us forth under false pretenses. They sent us forth with the false idea that we knew the world, knew where we stood, knew what needed to be done. . In truth, after graduation, we landed like turnips off … Continue reading
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Tagged belief, Catholic high school, memory, religion, values
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Hundreds of Ways
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground – -Rumi There are hundreds of ways to touch a leaf to hear the sea . Hundreds of ways to breathe to sigh . There are hundreds of … Continue reading
