Patio Seating by Kim Drew Wright

Kim Drew Wright
Kim Drew Wright
Kim Drew Wright

 

Patio Seating

Alive!

mesh metal tabletop

drips of vinaigrette drop

splash on top of toes

newly sprung

translucent as salmon bone

flip flop

 

legs cross, uncross

lunch partners patio’ed

conversations spawn over

switching seats

so silver scaled polka dot

aged spot skin won’t fry

in these upstream rays

swish swish

 

palms clutch overdone

upper arms, smiles flow

thoughts run, consumed

by the sun

swimming down to us, plated –

endless winter

Done!

 

 

Kim Drew Wright has short fiction and poetry in several print and online literary journals. She graduated from the University of North Carolina – Chapel Hill, and had an advertising career. While currently residing in Richmond, Virginia, she has lived in seven states in the Midwest, South, and East Coast. Three young children, two crazy Westies, and one husband in retail occupy Kim’s time when she is not scribbling furiously at her desk or paddle boarding the James River. A book of linked short stories, Signals, and a poetry collection, Lady Sawed In Half, are due out in 2014. Keep connected with Kim at kimdrewwright.wix.com/kimdrewwright.

 

Radium, “Periodic Table of Poetry” poem by Chicago poet Janet Kuypers

Radium

Janet Kuypers

from the “Periodic Table of Poetry” series (#088, Ra)

Women got jobs
painting luminescent Radium
on clock dials —
These Radium Girls
would lick the tips
of their brushes
to get a finer point
for painting the Radium
onto these clocks,
and some of these women
even painted the Radium
on their fingernails,
or even their teeth.
But before the Great Depression
began, five Radium Girls
started getting sores,
anemia, bone fractures,
necrosis of the jaw,
and even cancer,
because when it’s ingested,
the body treats Radium
like calcium, so the Radium
went straight to their bones.
They sued the Radium
Luminous Material Corporation
for damages,
because the Radium
was doing them in.

In an effort to
avoid liability,
the Radium Luminous
Material Corporation
even tried to suggest
that the Radium Girls
actually had syphilis.

Really.
That’s what they said.

So although the corporation
was very careful
to not expose themselves
to Radium,
they apparently didn’t have
the same concern
for their employees.

So, the Radium Girls
may now be known
for bringing on labor laws,
but scientists,
five years after
the cases were settled,
could still measure Radium
in the exhaling
of one of the painting employees.

I wonder if there was enough
Radium on their breath
to give these Radium Girls
a radioactive glow,
because at one point,
Radium was even added
to toothpastes and hair creams
because people believed
Radium had curative powers.
Imagine going to a spa
with Radium-rich water,
because if you tell
anything to people
in just the right way,
you’ll be amazed
at what people will believe.

The Autumn Moon Hangs, a Poem by Frances Kakugawa

The Autumn Moon Hangs

I am a poem
And I am ageless.

When I was one and twenty
I spoke of lingering sunsets into night,
Envying that solitary bird flapping vigorously,
Racing the sinking sun at end of day.

Decades and one later
I am still poem.
I am that sunset, sinking into the sea.
That golden leaf, waiting for that last gentle breeze.
I am that Autumn moon hanging
Over crayoned fields, now free of summer harvest,
Waiting for the last flight home.

I am still poem.
I am ageless.

©Frances Kakugawa

John Berryman Poet. Dream Songs.

John Berryman 1914-72 was a major figure in American poetry in the second half of the 20th century and was considered a key figure in the Confessional School of Poetry, his best known work is Dream Songs.

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We Could All Build Bird Nests in our Hearts by Ken Peters

We could all open state parks

We could all open state parks

we could all build bird nests in our hearts
we could all open state parks in our souls
we could all end the suffering
just letting sunshine roll
we could all tend the garden
drink tea with friends at 4
we could all be a little kinder
that’s no stranger at your door
we could learn to listen
we could remember to breathe
love to you my brothers
may all your pangs be relieved

namaste

Daisy Sidewinder interviews Ken Peters

Ken Peter’s poetry at Motherbird

We Could All Build Bird Nests in our Hearts © 2013 Ken Peters