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When there was night

Posted on November 19, 2014 by alicebarrett

(written for 30 Poems in November.Please go to http://www.razoo.com/story/poems-for-dollars to Pledge for The Center for New Americans0   When there was night Endless stars in constant motion, moon shadows, deep sleep, brilliant dreams, waking dreams, shared dreams, zodiacal light, blue, … Continue reading →

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A Bulwer-Lytton Children’s Poem

Posted on November 13, 2014 by alicebarrett

The Bulwer-Lytton Contest challenges writers to create the worst opening sentence to a novel, i.e. the inspiration for the contest: “It was a dark and stormy night….” For examples, go to  http://www.bulwer-lytton.com I was inspired by them to write a Bulwer-Lytton … Continue reading →

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Clearing the mind to see

Posted on November 12, 2014 by alicebarrett

          (for 30 Poems in November fundraiser) … His mind overtaxed with formulas, Jonas Salk retreated to Umbria. … What clears the mind to see? … Italian hillsides, Gleaming stone walls, The geometry of arches and … Continue reading →

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How do you ask a soldier to murder?

Posted on November 9, 2014 by alicebarrett

(for 30 poems in November) Hitler ignored advice and invaded Russia. The soldiers who were too frightened, dug their own graves. Soldiers shot them and Jews who were traitors. …. “How do you ask a soldier to murder?” one soldier … Continue reading →

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Cantus ad Introitum

Posted on January 22, 2014 by alicebarrett

. The first star, without pulse, Tears through the blue haze and black. . Vainglorious, brilliant beauty, It is a psalm falling from the tear, An antiphon waiting a response. . Then stars, one by one by one, emerge With … Continue reading →

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The Wound, against healing

Posted on January 14, 2014 by alicebarrett

Rupture breaks through the skin, Bleeds, leaves a gash, cools, Comes to rest. . On my back the cooled flow Creates a ridge, a gap. I watch the searing glow solidify, A map of its path across flesh. I scratch … Continue reading →

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Silence of the Snow

Posted on December 30, 2013 by alicebarrett

The silence of the snow crushes The silence when the freezer stops shocks The silence of that bird yearns The silence of those trees envelops The silence of our empty house crushes shocks yearns envelops The silence of your death … Continue reading →

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The Bridge in the Woodland

Posted on December 23, 2013 by alicebarrett

It came out of nowhere, that bridge, A rusted anomaly in trees that had devoured the fields before Metal bridges began. . Along we come, A rusty Bondo-ed auto that should be a memory, but Lives beyond its time. . … Continue reading →

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Sounds of the Sun

Posted on December 12, 2013 by alicebarrett

Trembling below hearing, we would notice only if it stopped. Startled, we would stop, naked of the sound we wear as skin. Throbbing like the heart of someone we love far away. Low mountains of sound vibrate against the snow. … Continue reading →

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Except

Posted on November 29, 2013 by alicebarrett

I’m a Christian, he wrote, except I’m an eye for an eye kind of guy. Yeah, I’m Leonardo DaVinci, I said, except I can’t draw. I’m Renee Fleming except I can’t sing. I’m a feminist except Poor women are ugly, … Continue reading →

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