Showing posts with label Laura Rodley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Laura Rodley. Show all posts
Saturday, September 21, 2024

LAST SWIM DURING FALL EQUINOX

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by Laura Rodley MORNING SWIM IN THE AUTUMN COLORS OF THE SEA (2022) Painting by Sergei Gontarovskii (Ukraine) Swim out so easy, frosty  cold...
Wednesday, September 27, 2023

WALKING THE PATH

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by Laura Rodley Retired, nurse Jean nurses the homeless along Chico’s bicycle path near the intersection of Rio Lindo without washing their ...
Sunday, August 20, 2023

MISSING

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by Laura Rodley Native and Himalayan Views souvenir shop along the Mohawk Trail in Charlemont removed the 20-foot-tall Native American statu...
Friday, March 17, 2023

LUCK OF THE IRISH

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by Laura Rodley on Saint Patrick’s Day “ Luck of the Irish” (2019) by Maggie O’Neill Some people are consistently lucky: the shamrock rests ...
Sunday, November 20, 2022

OUR PUSHCART PRIZE NOMINEES

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“Table For One”   by Bonnie Proudfoot Published February 15, 2022   “Kyiv/San Francisco”   by Susan Gubernat  Published March 1, 2022   “Bef...
Friday, November 11, 2022

CRYSTAL BALL

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by Laura Rodley In the knuckle of the nightmare what does he see? He swivels the joint around, sees faces of children, no longer innocent, t...
Wednesday, July 06, 2022

REWIND

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by Laura Rodley If I write this poem will you breathe again? Will the bullet eject itself from your heart, close the hole where the blood pu...
Saturday, December 25, 2021

THREE DAYS TO CHRISTMAS

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by Laura Rodley She panhandles at the long traffic lights on corners of Federal and Main, easier to have people drop money into her hands. S...
Sunday, November 07, 2021

Our Pushcart Prize Nominees

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The New Verse News is proud to announce its nomination of the following six poems, published here during 2021, for the next series of Pushca...
Wednesday, August 18, 2021

PILGRIMAGE TO EMILY DICKINSON'S HOUSE ON NINETY-TWO DEGREE SUMMER DAY

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by Laura Rodley What would Emily say? The driveway to her brother Edward’s home is gated, the property surrounded with orange crisscrossed p...
Sunday, June 20, 2021

TENDING TO HIS OWN HEART ON FATHER'S DAY

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by Laura Rodley His heart is carefully tendered, a stent maintaining a constant opening in his left descending artery, the artery that was c...
Tuesday, March 02, 2021

WAITING ROOM

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by Laura Rodley Graphic from The Atlantic . Don’t let anyone tell you different, it takes guts to sit in the chair after your vaccine waitin...
Sunday, February 14, 2021

MANDATE

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by Laura Rodley My eyes see the road but my hands steer the wheel, car ahead, snow banks to my right, more snow falling. It feels  like a hu...
Thursday, October 29, 2020

DEFIANCE AS THE TREES LET GO THEIR LEAVES

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by Laura Rodley As repetitious as concentric circles breaking one upon the other, overlapping but never touching, the outward circles encroa...
Wednesday, August 12, 2020

NOT

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by Laura Rodley It’s not OK that Covid lurks on sheet metal, lingers in lungs, six hour window between tenants in vacation rental...
Tuesday, July 21, 2020

POWER OUTAGE

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by Laura Rodley No Covid here, just sleeping dog, sleeping cat, no Covid here, doorknobs wiped off, laundry dry, no Covid here, bre...
Saturday, March 21, 2020

HALF STAFF

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by Laura Rodley Flags should be at half staff for the innocents who went before us, the front line sounding the alarm, take heed, ...
Monday, January 13, 2020

AUSTRALIA'S BURNING

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by Laura Rodley This is for the kangas, the koala bears, the duck billed platypus, the lizards in the soil, this is for the t...
Friday, August 23, 2019

YOU DON'T

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by Laura Rodley The roll call of deceased unit members, which included 10 men killed in action, was an emotional time for Vietnam veter...
Tuesday, February 05, 2019

SEIZURE

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by Laura Rodley Officials in Hong Kong said on Friday that they had intercepted a shipment of nine tons of scales from pangolins, the l...