—Anonymous Crow Photos
LIZARD
—JD DeHart, Chattanooga, TN
scarlet lacy fabric
on the back
and two shining twin pistols
spelling disaster
he licks his lizard lips
at the lower section of town
eyes never moving from his
target, but catching all.
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LONG BOW
—JD DeHart
with her majestic
emerald long bow she
gives Robin Hood
a run for his money
arrow
sent straight through
to the core of targeted
soul sends showering
down
unexpected results.
The Magic Hour
SKIDS
—JD DeHart
I came
to a skidding halt.
While these other
clowns, creatures, and heroes
are saving the world
on a grand scale,
I’m the clean-up man, yes sir.
Maybe not as bright as some
of these others.
Maybe a hidden genius. Part man,
part car. I screech and skid
along on this pavement stream.
Pardon me as I pause
to pick up another piece of litter
to keep our city clean.
Something Shiny
CHEERS
—JD DeHart
One of these days, the wise old
prophet says, this world will
end.
Nothing lasts forever.
There will be remnants, I am sure,
who will travel on to other cities,
landscapes, planets. They will start
a life there.
What was once true will become
myth and legend. And maybe that is
why we have superheroes after all.
Maybe all these panels and stories
are the mythological leftovers
of what used to be something like the
truth.
Then again, maybe we’re just making
it all up.
Cheers.
Urban Crows
OXYMORON AND WINTERGREEN
—Michael H. Brownstein, Chicago, IL
fur of pain,
leaf in blood,
slash of white power:
flesh is not bark,
xylem is not bone,
blood is not syrup.
a weakening of lungs,
snarl and melody,
the hum of an underbelly.
a lack of sleep,
the failure in endings,
the failure of skin scars.
Crows in Sky
SUPERSTITIONS
—Michael H. Brownstein
the house facing the end of the road
the pole dividing the path into factions
the thousand thousand crows clouding the sky
the witch tree and bewitched tree
the time Sunday was the first day of the week
the shadow of the suicide girl and her mother
packing cans and other trash a week
before the first day of spring
and the light in the distance moves
not the shadows
not the twigs on the branches:
a snail of curiosity—
the bee-sting of intellect—crow of cold
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Today’s LittleNip:
A MAN IN LOVE
—Michael H. Brownstein
A man in love
cannot hide his shadow.
A man alone
sees a reflection of the mirror.
A man with a new haircut
hears music with his feet.
A man in love
has an inside light
flash bright. A man
in love
hears dancers with his voice.
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Many thanks to JD DeHart and Michael Brownstein, our poet-contributors today!
Head up to Placerville tonight, 6:30pm, to hear Winters Poet Gary Kruse (plus open mic) at The Good Earth Movement Poetry Night, 250 Main St., Placerville. Scroll down to the blue column (under the green column at the right) for info about this and other upcoming poetry events in our area—and note that more may be added at the last minute.
—Medusa
Crow Rides Eagle
—Anonymous Photo
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