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Poetry Race for the Center for New Americans!

Posted on November 15, 2022 by alicebarrett

This year I am joining the race to raise funds for the Center for New Americans in Northampton. This year we have new students from Ukraine and other countries around the world. From our director: Why it matters – Every … Continue reading →

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A Heavy Rain

Posted on November 12, 2021 by alicebarrett

I am standing in the rain, Just standing here, looking into the grey air, Getting wet. The sky is raining down all that is worst in our nature As if these things had always been with us, In threatening clouds … Continue reading →

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What Is New to Me Now, at 68

Posted on October 20, 2016 by alicebarrett

(Annual Greenfield Word Festival 2016) . What is new to me now, (don’t bother me with cell phones, legalized weed), . What is new to me now is constant war with no intervals of peace, What is new to me … Continue reading →

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Many Doorsteps

Posted on May 7, 2016 by alicebarrett

That Doorstep That doorstep trips you up every time. Look down, the key is under the bucket. Look up, watch your head. Watch, don’t let the cat out. Look behind, or the screen door will hit you. Put your bag … Continue reading →

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Time Does Not Repeat Itself

Posted on March 22, 2016 by alicebarrett

Oh no, time does not repeat itself, It spirals, perhaps, one turn reverberating on the others, But time does not repeat.   Nature’s variation is endless, Orderly, yet endless.   Everything done will be undone.   Everything undone waits for … Continue reading →

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On the Porch

Posted on December 7, 2015 by alicebarrett

  Listen to the quiet between the passing cars. Listen to the quiet after the neighbors argue. . Feel the rough pod before you break open the milkweed. Rest before speaking. (Under the blister, soft skin is healing.) . Under … Continue reading →

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What It Is

Posted on June 17, 2015 by alicebarrett

What a Tree Is “Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there….” Yeats Nothing is just what it is. Look at that tree. See centuries of meaning on its bark, Put there by poets since cave … Continue reading →

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Daily Kitchen Counter Love Notes

Posted on November 29, 2014 by alicebarrett

Part of “30 poems in November” fundraiser for The Center for New Americans (www.cna.com). Support them by clicking: http://www.razoo.com/story/poems-for-dollars. Thanks. J – At work –                      Sorry didn’t do dishes – … 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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Surfeit of Nonsense

Posted on November 12, 2013 by alicebarrett

This morning I woke up with the word “surfeit” in my mind. No idea why. I couldn’t remember whether it meant too many or not enough. So I had fun with a thesaurus. This is a participatory poem. Add your … Continue reading →

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