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Sunday, July 01, 2018

ALWAYS TURN RIGHT, NEVER

by Carol Parris Krauss


People rallied in New York, including marching across the Brooklyn Bridge, on Saturday to protest President Trump’s immigration policies.CreditChristopher Lee for The New York Times, June 30, 2018



Daddy told Carolyn, one of the older
church ladies, to always turn right.
Even if it meant you had to go circle
the block, or drive 20 extra minutes.

This 89 year old mountain boy
pointed out that more accidents
occur when people are turning left.
It was hard to tell if he was being

mischievous or issuing true advice.
He did grease the rail tracks when he
was a teenager, and hid out to watch a
train slipping backwards through a

Canton, NC night. Or was it advice
given by a man who should no longer
be driving, but still roamed the roads
in his paper boy hat and bifocals

dense like a Mason jar. Scaring
small children, dogs, and bikers as
he piloted his SUV. I thought about his
advice for several days. I could not

shake his words. I, like so many others
before me, conjured up my witty response
four days after his initial comment. It
still needs a little polishing, but goes

something like this: Today’s roads have
changed a lot since you began to
drive, Daddy. Cars have changed too. 
Do the sensible thing, turn left, Carolyn. 

I implore you. It may be seem odd
at first, but it’s not  dangerous. Carolyn,
Oh, Carolyn, right just ain’t so right 
these days. 


Carol Parris Krauss is a mother, teacher, and poet from the Tidewater region of Virginia. This Clemson graduate enjoys her family, pets, and garden. Her work can be found in various online and print magazines such as The Amsterdam Quarterly, Poety24, CHO, Storysouth, Pedestal Magazine, and the SC Review.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

NATURAL ORDER

by Charles Frederickson






Natural order is the way
   Things are without outsider interference
      Mortals yet to learn how
         To coexist in balanced harmony

         Astronomers have discovered that our
      Universe is getting consistently darker
   Star numbers falling lost twinkle
Points of light diminishing returns

Global warming industrial contamination and
   Passive Indifferent negligence adversely effect
      Climate change air clean water
         Quick-change weather conditions increasingly erratic

         Misguided protectionism of unilateral one-sidedness
      Contributes toward disunity violence insecurity
   Making soiled earth a more
Unsafe unjust and uncivilized place

 More merciful kind compassionate tolerant
   World order is urgently needed
      To help save critical condition
         Endangered planet discovering emergency remedies

         Concerned eco-crusaders must embark on
      Mission Possible to ensure that
   Proud pasts lie ahead for
Future generations – all our kids


No Holds Bard Dr. Charles Frederickson and Mr. Saknarin Chinayote proudly present YouTube mini-movies @ YouTube – CharlesThai1 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

A HEARTBEAT DISCOVERED

by David Chorlton


Hyalinobatrachium dianae
         

A frog nobody knew existed
appeared among the raindrops
in the foothills sloping down
toward the Caribbean.
It had been there all along,
as the Golden toad was dying,
as the Harlequin toad was losing
its forest, and while ultraviolet light
washed into the brightly
colored skins of tree frogs
and dart frogs, any one of which
would barely register
on the scale that weighs losses
until it becomes the last
and its call no longer
brings the nights to life.
The glassfrog is an inch of green
when it wraps its toes around
a narrow stem, and seen
from underneath, its heart
is visible through the transparent
skin, transmitting a signal back
up to the stars.


David Chorlton was born in Austria, grew up in Manchester, England, and lived for several years in Vienna before moving to Phoenix in 1978. In September, 2015, he will participate as a poet in the Fires of Change exhibition at the Coconino Center for the Arts in Flagstaff (Sponsored by the Southwest Fire Science Consortium, the Landscape Conservation Initiative, and the National Endowment for the Arts.)

Monday, April 20, 2015

WARNING FROM THE NORTH

by Kit Zak



Earth Day is April 22


 
Even before the shaman’s words, we knew
gulls screeched warning
water sipping the shore
the full moon, our lone night’s light, swollen tides
Newtok’s first six huts poised to surrender before the others.

Even before the Anchorage experts, we knew
Permafrost melt killing birds and fish,
winter ice, barrier against flood, icebox for our food
lifeline” for seals and polar bears—vanishing
ancestors’ dreams rippling in our sleep.
         
Even before the tribal grapevine,
we marked the tide, knew it was coming.
Heard about our brother whales’ distress
Denali sheep and wolves starving
lakes drained and trees burning.

Even before the talk of moving, we knew
millions to resettle one hundred tribes
and time galloping, winter winds walloping, huts sinking—
we knew.


Kit Zak lives in Lewes, Delaware, where she observes with disbelief the failure of the politicians to take up the issue of climate change. Her most recent poems are forthcoming in California Quarterly,
Portage, Poet Lore, and  The Albatross.