Contributed by Charles Dean Walker
I feel it worsen.
The day starts bright, but goes dark.
My days feel limited.
I'm isolating myself.
Don't want to get out of bed.
Don't want to leave the house.
Don't want to leave my room.
Not in the party mood.
No wonder, nobody wants to be around.
I wish my heart would stop.
Never reached this point before.
Wish I could go back in time.
To my birth, and end me.
When I'd see the sun.
Life felt brighter.
Now I feel tired.
When it rained it was calm.
Now I get deeper.
A Final Stroll Across a Sinking Hole
Contributed by Mary Wessling
As I gaze upon the dark abyss,
I see destruction and hopelessness.
Within the cracks and jagged sides,
I calm the crippling fear, which lies
beneath the surface, like nature's crime.
Is it hatred, is it glee?
With which I cross these blackened streams?
Even nature has its faults.
And I ponder, will I bolt
if it growls under me?
A quickened pace, escape my fate
Or face a concrete grave
For my eternity.
Contributed by Robert Lyons
I wear truth and transparency like an armor
Never given proper due or honor
Gotten everything I ever was offered
Skin of my teeth, scraped from the pliers
Deniers everywhere but I still press the fliers
One day the buyers will outweigh the mire
Ima get what I desire, better pay the piper
It ain’t hype, you liars are rotten
I’m gonna rip through you like buckshot
Inspired to tell the tales I got lined up
Since I was a little snot I been tipping tables
Shaming the intellectuals with common sense fables
More science was proven in my cradle
Than Einstein and Newton with tubes, numbers and ladles
There is no disputing I am shooting to kill, humbled but rude
Crude english proving I’ve paid my dues, chewing up curd
I’m bored herding this world, bunch of lazy destitutes
When do I get my restitution?
Stripped naked with nothing but the Constitution over my genitals
Sublimely filling my enemies with panic, busted pen tip, Manic
Here comes the energy again, looked in the mirror and cracked it
Light flooding from my eyeballs, blasting everything I stare at
My words flaring up the pad like a blaze in the forest
I better put this out before I burn and waste all in my wake
Don't make a mistake, I'll be back before your next day
I don't sleep, I creep through the night looking for prey
So if I didn't get you presently, better check your histories
Contributed by Darroll Hargraves
I know a place.
Seldom visited. One old timer said that nobody goes there since 1935.
That was the year the last of the prospectors and miners left. They were there for the gold.
Were they? I have long suspected that those stampeders had other interest. They thrived on the beauty of the mountains, the valleys, the rivers and creeks. The gold was great but the looking and the seeking in places of grandeur may have been the greater pull for many.
Such is the place I know.
There was and is now gold in the mountains and creeks. The history is of interest to me but after days of off-road travel, through boulder fields left centuries ago by receding glaciers, across creeks and snow pack from last winter’s snowfall we arrive at the place.
A preadolescent son is a fine thing to have at a time like this. On a gravel bar, beside a pool in a very small creek. Two cast each and four fish to show for it, confirming why we came.
The grayling are scrappy. Never a cast without a strike, seldom without a catch.
I turn the fishing over to the son and begin to dress the catch. Every fish the same size, fifteen inches. My cooler chest with snow from the snow pack fills up.
Return home with eighty-five beauties for the freezer and winter delight at dinnertime.
Every fish was hooked in the same place, “In the mouth”.
An Alaskan Post-Quake Carol
Contributed by Nan Potts
Hear the bells? They were jinglin.’
My poor ears, they’re still ringin’!
A beautiful sight,
The damage was light,
Wanderin’ round a shaken wonderland.
Gone away are the snowbirds,
Those who’s stayed, they said curse words!
The ground shook and heaved,
The cupboards it cleaved,
Cleanin’ up the shaken wonderland.
In the meadow we just built a snowman,
Minutes later watched him tumble down.
Callin’ all the neighbors, “You OK, man?”
“We did a whole lot better than in town!”
Later on near the fire,
I’ll decide who to hire.
To fix and defray,
What insurance won’t pay,
Wonderin’ in a shaken wonderland.
Contributed by Marilyn Bennett
As I’m Waking
Sounds of Quaking
What is breaking?
Why I’m Stalling
Floor is Creaking
Is Roof Leaking?
What is Reeking?
Now I’m Streaking
Cell Phone Ringing
I am Singing
As I’m Bringing
Hope of Staving
Off the Raving
I’ll be Saving
My kid’s Caving
To useless Sighing
As I am Trying
To calm the Crying
We’re all so Lucky
It could have been Yucky
Although it’s not Ducky
We Are All Alive
Contributed by Robert Lyons
Soft, swirling wonder
A blundering drift!
Over the curve
Moans and curses
U-turn for sure
Back into line
In a cup this time