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  • Published on EveryDayPoets "Running Past A War Memorial"

    Published today! Yippee! Thank you EveryDayPoets for all of your support. If you love poetry, sign up for their updates. Some fabulous pieces by poets from all over the world posted, well, every day!

    The poem: Running Past a War Memorial

    Inspired by my run to the Korean War Memorial in Canton, MD (Baltimore). Enjoy!

    October 17, 2012

  • Neal Peckens and Jason Hiser Found! TY S&R!!!

    Hi friends! Neal and Jason were found yesterday! Our gratitude and love to the search and rescue people at Glacier! Thank you!!

    “Missing hikers Neal Peckens and Jason Hiser spent an additional five nights in the backcountry of Glacier National Park than they anticipated.”

    Read the rest of the incredible story here!

    October 16, 2012

  • Praying For a Safe Return for Neal and Jason

    Friends, please help me in praying and sending positive energy to Glacier National Park where a good friend is currently missing with his hiking partner.

    Dr. Neal Peckens is a good friend from St. Mary’s College of MD (and my birthday twin haha). He and his friend Jason Hiser were hiking in Glacier and missed their flight Friday – and were reported missing on Saturday. Searchers are doing everything they can… and I figure a little extra prayer/positive energy couldn’t hurt. Thank you in advance !!!

    Latest updates are on the Glacier website.

    From a recent news article from WJLA ABC 7:

    “Rescue teams at Glacier National Park searched in wintery conditions and rugged terrain Sunday for two East Coast hikers reported missing by family members. Park officials said 50 searchers were looking for 32-year-old Neal Peckens of Virginia and 32-year-old Jason Hiser of Maryland.”

    October 15, 2012

  • Let’s Go O’s!!! haiku

    Hi everyone! As all my Twitter followers know, I’m a huge Baltimore sports fan… and today is game 5 versus the dreaded evil Yankees… sooooo in honor of the good guys, a haiku poem I posted on Opening Day a few years ago. Enjoy and Let’s Go O’s hon!
    **************************

    fresh cut grass trimmed neat
    my glove browned tan and beat soft
    one crack of the bat…

    i remember days
    playing catch with my dad and
    imagining that

    girls could play baseball!
    i remember Cal’s card in
    the cereal box

    added a hometown
    smile to my collection, says:
    let’s go O’s, let’s go!

    October 12, 2012

  • Charles (on the corner)


    A prophet
    preaches to the scratched
    hood of my car.
    Hidden beneath baseball cap, dark wool
    suit too big for slight bones,
    He bows beneath
    the weight of a necklace,
    trinkets only he understands.
    The heat a cloak over
    dry and marbled outstretched hands; yet
    He does not sweat.

    He speaks—
    prophecies, poems,
    ancient secrets absolved
    into Baltimore humidity
    Without
    any recompense. Without
    any baptized soul
    noticing.

    (revised poem, previously posted)

    October 11, 2012

  • a Sunday like red wine must

    a Sunday like red wine must
    as my expectations of your
    sweet harvest lips, so tantalizingly close,
    like pressed
    bodies bubbling in
    that Sunday Indian summer way
    where outside heat
    provides the stomping and
    each gasp like long legs swirling down a glass
    provides the buzz.

    (written early this summer, revised today)

    October 8, 2012

  • PUBLISHED – EveryDayPoets Anthology II

    My most lovely friends,
    Happy news! I have two poems featured in the newest EveryDayPoets Anthology II. WOO! That’s right; this lady is in print… which surprisingly, in this age of digital everything, still feels oh so good…..

    Get your copy today and support a great group of international poets!

    Happy National Poetry Day!
    -j

    October 4, 2012

  • "Another Waiting" another look at it

    Circa 2010 – appropriate for today
     
    Another Waiting
     
    Tuesday, I’ve written of you before,

    you’re the day that seems to always attract the rain.

    Now, my thoughts race around in a fog— the move, the secret.
    It’s always about cycles,
    grow and change and move.
    Die and live and die.

    Tonight I can’t see your face in the dark. Reaching out,
    I can’t find the curve of your jaw. I can’t feel
    the jeans on your legs. I can’t see your wide eyes shining
    in the light sneaking in through the cracked door.
    But you are in my head nevertheless.

    Tuesday, you seem to breathe more slowly today.
    Your head is back; your mouth is gaped open.
    The air is thick and hard to swallow. Today, you may
    just close your eyes and give up.

    Live and die and live. It is all a cycle. Tuesday may be gone, but
    there is another waiting.

    October 2, 2012

  • "School" by Daniel J. Langton

    Brilliant, clever poem from Daniel J. Langton – Enjoy!

    American Life in Poetry: Column 392

    BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006
    It’s the time of the year for school supplies, and here’s a poem by Daniel J. Langton about just
    one of the items you’ll need to pick up. Langton lives in San Francisco.

    School

    I was sent home the first day
    with a note: Danny needs a ruler.
    My father nodded, nothing seemed so apt.
    School is for rules, countries need rulers,
    graphs need graphing, the world is straight ahead.

    It had metrics one side, inches the other.
    You could see where it started
    and why it stopped, a foot along,
    how it ruled the flighty pen,
    which petered out sideways when you dreamt.

    I could have learned a lot,
    understood latitude, or the border with Canada,
    so stern compared to the South
    and its unruly river with two names.
    But that first day, meandering home, I dropped it.

    American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2011 by Daniel J. Langton, whose most recent book of poems, During Our Walks, is forthcoming from Blue Light Press. Poem reprinted from New Letters, Vol. 77, Nos. 3&4, by permission of Daniel J. Langton and the publisher. Introduction copyright 2012 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

    American Life in Poetry ©2006 The Poetry Foundation
    Contact: alp@poetryfoundation.org
    This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.

    September 26, 2012

  • revisit: alone on a friday night

    anyone else relate to this one? something so beautiful about being silent….

    alone on a friday night

    only I
    notice wind along the pink
    sunset lining the clouds
    only I
    am audience to silver fish
    dancing to the feel of dusk
    only I
    watch people’s legs walking
    talking, so full of plans
    only I
    realize that silence is
    beautiful in its impossiblity.
    Only I.

    September 20, 2012

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