We carried poetry books,
a singing bowl, and an ocean drum,
as the streetcar carried us
up and down H street
for Art All Night DC.
How fun to be in-person to share these offerings!
Thanks to those who hung out with us
in the Poetry & Sound space
for a little while.
May your travels hold more light-hearted moments...
Hop on the Streetcar Saturday for Art All Night H Street, DC. "Here We Are" is an in-person (!) poetry performance plus soundscape by Jeneen Piccuirro from 8:00 to 9:00 pm. This is a moving streetcar experience––come and go as you please, partake and enjoy our offering of poems and sound, shifting to a different kind of listening.
The October issue of Beyond Words Literary Magazine is ready to order at their website: https://www.beyondwordsmag.com/online-store
My poem “Good Riddance” is featured there, and you can also click on the link below to catch my reading. It’s great fun to create a tiny desk—in my case, dining room table—performance.
May all your wishes for better times, better fortunes, come true!
Higher Ground
for Khet Thi and the others
I am a vine
climbing through empty nymph casings of Brood X
summer droplets of rain in the Northern Hemisphere
plastic sheaths of tossed newspapers
The World section coverage of a strange exodus
“Northbound Wild Elephant Eating and Walking Tour”
bordering Myanmar a herd has left its habitat
military coup quashes new flowering of freedoms
underfoot a cri de coeur ignored is quivering
toward higher ground the call is borne
ghosted poets are carried on the backs of pachyderms
away from a host of atrocities away from
disquieting lands to become legend
~LCMH
August marks six months since the military coup in Myanmar #justiceformyanmar
Here is the community poem from Art on Cullers Run 2021. Thank you to everyone who participated––these are your wonderful words, not mine. By using a poetic technique called erasure, I chose parts of phrases to blend with other parts of phrases. Enjoy!
Art Show Word Collage
Mountains speak.
Crowds gather
in response, in fellowship.
The new of the old jolly tune.
Art is here, everywhere.
Echoes of grace
escape the urban graveyard
to bask in the breeze, the sunlight.
Smiles nibble away
a life hidden.
Welcome home to yourself.
What could be better?
A day is all.
I stall and scribble.
I’m not creative…at all, at all.
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| "Muse chair" in the poetry tent |
Enter this church and worship art:
earth, fire, water, wind, and even metal,
light bending through glass.
Words are a beautiful window
…healing, magic.
Life’s humor unmatched.
I’m so inspired by the artists, their creations.
How can I compare to this?
The divine resides in all of us…
hummingbirds, owls, fox.
Green gateway to another way.
You are always home.
Stay or stay away until…
Finally!
I’ve talked to so many people
who might become friends.
The poetry tent was prepared and the people came. It was a busy weekend at Art on Cullers Run. We remembered how to talk to strangers, converse about life and art, share inspiration and stories. Thirty-three of you contributed to a community building poem, which will soon be shared. I'm shaping it into its best form with the flow of many voices. Stay tuned...
