Wrightings

 Birding in the dark the grackles sing lullabies to blinking red lights even the semaphores sleep and I am an April fool

Auditions Fifth row center end  Neck cocked to catch  Almost every word Relaxed into the smell of musty velvet seats  each mid-April honoring fellow poets getting inspired writing new shit Naomi Shihab-Nye can be found in Roundtop,TX

 

  When I am in the city When I am downtown in the city especially near the towering buildings the street vendors, the traffic, and the crowds , they give off such hints of filth. I would almost say that we all deserve to die. I am so distant from hope  in which goodness, and discernment, ever existed in the world so I walk quickly, holding my bag tightly. Around me the throngs stir in their fast pace and call out, “Tourist, go home.” The disdain flows with each word. And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say, “you have to keep moving, don’t look up at the buildings, don’t block people trying to get somewhere, and  don’t be afraid to eat on the street.”

 March should hold no terrors, so they claim, Beneath the glow of full moon’s watchful eye; We count backward, reckon loss and gain, And whisper debts we fear we can’t deny. To Jupiter, great lord of sky and flame, Whose thunder shakes the hearts of mortal men, We cast our sacrifice, invoke his name, And pray misfortune shall not rise again. Yet shadows stir where trust once firmly stood, For closest hands may turn with hidden blade; In halls of power, masked by noble good, Ambition’s cost is dearly, darkly paid. Heed well the signs ignored in fateful hour— Pride invites the fall of mightiest power.

           WRIGHTINGS and friends celebrated poetry on PI day with PI-kus from Washington, D.C. to Washington State, from Minnesota to Corpus Christi, TX. Please enjoy and share the idea for next year!