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What if we treated each other like poems? Things of beauty to be broken apart and experienced instead of commodities to be judged? Here's a piece that I've performed a couple of times, down at the open mic of the Seattle Poetry Slam and then in a worship gathering at the Northwest Church. …
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Poetry Tuesday...I've told a few people how I've been throwing down lines of tetrameter since Ash Wednesday. What if Tuesdays here became "Poetry Tuesday"? No comment, just some lines for the perusal of whoever wants to wander by? Sure, why not? The following was my entry from about three weeks ago. Enjoy... …
When I typed the title of this post, I had to reconsider. Really? Marriage and aesthetic unity? What I mean by aesthetic unity as in what emerges from a strong work of art or a successful theatre production, an attribute of a production's ruling idea, metaphor, or concept, so that all the choices being …
GIFT by Czeslaw Milosz A day so happy. Fog lifted early. I worked in the garden. Hummingbirds were stopping over honeysuckle flowers. There was no thing on earth I wanted to possess. I knew no one worth my envying him. Whatever evil I had suffered, I forgot. To think that once I was the same …
This morning, I wish I was a poet. I'm sitting in the middle of an experience that's hard to describe, and yet, it couldn't be simpler. To put it into words seems ridiculous. It reminds me of the day my first child was born. It's trying to turn a key in a lock in a …
JEFF BERRYMAN 