One day in the parking lot I spied
Africa-shaped greased stain
The net day when my car had died
I saw an oily continent again
This time the Americas were greased out
On that lonely roadside shoulder
After that the stains did flout
As coincidences they grew bolder
Australia, Asia, Europe all appeared
Even lonely Antarctica was found
Upon pavement with auto grease smeared
If things keep up I know I’m bound
To find another stain afore long
But wonder I must at the shape
If to Earth all the stains belong
What alien landmass will next I gape?
May 10, 2013
From “The Pangea Stains” by Wanda Glandon
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February 6, 2013
From “A Poem for my Grandmother” by Altos Wexan
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The truest way to measure years
Is not in hours but in tears
We weep for others when part we must
For friends, for family, for those we trust
With joy-stained faces eye to eye
With bitter dregs when saying goodbye
No one’s lived who hasn’t wept
For the memories, the souls, the covenants we’ve kept
March 2, 2012
From “Cries” by Charity Alysa Kontakt
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Can you hear their cries?
Those of men, those of babies, those of boys?
Do they scream, or simply internalize?
Does anyone notice their long, silent sighs?
The world turns on them a blind pair of eyes.
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