Carolyn Holmes Gregory: The Body
You know you are not in charge
of your body any more
despite its joyous odes
and incantations.
Carolyn Gregory: Listening
Compassion unfolds her bright blue
wings and shelters us.
Carolyn Gregory: Listening to John Coltrane on my Mother’s Death Day
Swirling, confident, those sax notes stretch and blow
above the drums, full of his blue notes,
fifty years ago, new as now.
Carolyn Gregory: Leaving the Theatre of Dreams (for Peter)
Tonight I walk through spring sadness, the nostalgia of dreams remembered and foregone, familiar places where we wrote our own epitaph, misspoken lines and rooms seen in the wrong light … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: Leper
She wears her hat on her sleeve, bleeding badge of all she has suffered, arrow piercing the aorta when she lives out here. The alley becomes her nest in a … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: Surrounded by Atheists
For years, I listened to their prattle about secular humanism and “the big picture”, listened to their arguments about how the holocaust certainly suggests that God had died or … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: Under Wire
Dear little breast, you were badgered and harassed by needles and nuclear medicine, almost ready to fall off in shame when you only carried yourself with dignity in the … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: What Remains
Every face has its stories of travel along the coast or mountains, memories of loved ones cherished or left behind the rooms of beauty acquiring their peonies or cobwebs … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: Watch Out for Hornets
Do not step into a nest of hornets and not expect to be stung by something with pointed ears and shrieking “it’s my nest, my nest”! Much better to … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: Gathering the Beasts
I gather all my beasties close, the laughing camel and gold and silver alligator, a little cat contemplating Buddha. Happy to have a blue sting ray sweep through the … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: Tin King
The tin-hammered king rubs his hands in glee. His crown shines while covering the holes beneath. He flies around the world acquiring gold and new deals, claiming success … Continue reading
Carolyn Gregory: Gathering Strength
When day begins with fog outlining the shapes to come, another good poet dead and the prospect of a bad president, in the rain I take nothing but my … Continue reading
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