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Lindorff, Davies and Cowen

Post election – a Feeling

by GARY LINDORFF

 

I took a walk up the hill yesterday.

It was a little muddy for sneakers.

I could feel the chill

Coming up through my soles.

At the top I turned

And was surprised to see

That the sky to the west,

Backlighting the hills,

Was the same intense orange

As the posted sign

In the field.

Instead of heading back down

I kept walking a bit,

Glancing over my shoulder

At the sunset

Now fading to rose.

The pond too surprised me;

It was the color of red wine,

Black cherry. . .

The curve of the apple tree,

Rooted in the bank,

Joined to its reflection,

Formed the perfect bracket

For my restless spirit.

(I might have kept walking.)

But soon it would be dark.

There is a certain feeling

These days that I can’t seem to out-walk,

A certain surrender

To the work that lies ahead.

Work that has little to do

With who wins elections

But more to do with

Being surprised by

Wine-colored water

And sunsets that linger

Just long enough

To light the way home.

 

Gary Lindorff, TCBH!’s resident poet, is an artist, musician, poet and counselor / dream-worker who practices shamanic techniques, and who lives in rural Vermont with his wife Shirley and two dogs. He can be reached at maleotter@gmail.com.

 

 

The Informer

by ROBERT A. DAVIES

 

Father, mother, son

are in a hospital ward with an aide

still no bed

the father’s heart racing alarmingly.

The mother declares, That one has AIDS

that he didn’t have to get.

And no bed for You.

The son blushes.

 

The son has come to know his father

even to like him.

Until recently

he’d rarely seen him:

once on a walk in the park

on one of the weekly visits to his house

twice by chance on the street.

 

A bed becomes available.

She turns to the man who returned

after 40 years:

I’m not deserting You

the way you left the woman you lived with

after She got cancer!

The son turns pale, turns away.

 

Years later he wonders

if his mother was informing Him,

something not to explore.
Robert A. Davies lives. He has appeared many times in CounterPunch. He can be reached at rjdavies3@comcast.net.

 

The Scientific Heretic
by COREY COWAN

 

I’m a scientific heretic

Singing in the Pure Revue
Seeking imperial evidence

That my beliefs are true

I need no math to add up

Nor eloquent elocution

To believe that God created me

Not Darwinian evolution

 

I came not from a monkey
Nor a one-celled organism

But from the light of Divinity

Diffused through Eden’s prism

 

Clay was used to make Mankind

And it wasn’t very pretty

The goal is to rise up like light

Not to get all down-and-dirty

 

I’m a by-product of incest

Between Adam and his daughters

And between the children of Noah

After the receding of the waters

 

To Hell with postulations

And scientific inquiry

I’m here for trials and tribulations

Or at least that is my theory

 

Corey Cowan is currently unemployed, writing poems and songs in his spare time when not looking for gainful employment or playing guitar in Restless Leg Syndrome, an Americana Band that plays in the Puget Sound area.  He has freelanced in web design and graphics design and worked a day job as an equipment trainer in a warehouse setting. Inspired by his late Grandfather, Robert E. Cowan, who had penned hundreds of poems, Corey is now actively trying to master the fine art of poetry and song writing. He is also digitizing many of his grandfather’s well-crafted poems, which he may submit at a later time.

 

 

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