Poetry from Allison Grayhurst

 Love is not a shell    I tell you I am waiting for a new friend to share these beautiful riches, to feel safe with and to feel whole. I tell you I am waiting for new and permanent members of our clan – for all of us here, striving for rich connection and finding […]

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Poetry from Christopher Bernard

  The Genesis of Trumplandia In the beginning Donald remodeled the heavens and the earth. And the heavens were sublimely beautiful and the earth was a pleasing place, but Donald was without form and void, and he hovered like a shapeless cloud over the deep. And Donald said, Let there be Darkness. And there was darkness. […]

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Poetry By Christopher Bernard

The Drunken Philosopher By Christopher Bernard   I drink to the moon staring up at me from the face in the puddle of mud at my feet. And behind the face of the moon reflected in the mud is the entire universe! A haze of little stars salt and peppered in dazzling sparks, infinitely, down […]

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Haiku from Christopher Bernard

Haiku for Adelle by Christopher Bernard Adelle Foley I bend down to pick    up, in the fragrant garden,    a sleek, dark feather.      A fallen glove. A    smell of cloves and grass. Far off,    a small, drunken bell.      If death is sleep, you    are like the little mountain flowers    folding under a vanishing […]

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