“When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.” — John F. Kennedy
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Boris Schleinkofer, poetrywatch editor
Making Money With Poetry
by George Wright
I have a plan for making money with poetry.
First, I’ll do some market research
to find out which words get people most excited.
I’ll look for phrases that startle the senses,
cause temptation to bubble
and passions to boil.
I’ll dig through historical records,
sift through the sweetness and sentiment,
the left-handed rhymes and limping cadences,
and squeeze out the good stuff,
the juicy details, the blood.
I want to make stones fall in love,
cause monks to grit their teeth
and burn the paper.
I want to turn women into men
and men into animals.
I’ll add water and fire,
glacial ice and gasoline,
then roll them all up like literary sushis
and sell them on eBay
for $10 a pound.
I’ll get rich.
George Wright is a semi-professional writer, artist, and musician, as well as a gardening/self-suffiency advocate.
Raining Peace and Justice
by Charlie Kyle
I’m listening to the rain on the walkway
between our house and John’s house next door.
The splat of the drops hitting the cement merge with
the gurgle of the water pouring down the gutters.
Out back, water flows in two narrow streams down the alley
finding its way to Bellingham Bay, the Salish Sea, and the Pacific Ocean.
I ask myself, what if each act of peace and justice
like a raindrop, makes a small noise or impression
and fills Fairhaven, Bellingham, Whatcom County, the State of Washington,
and the United States of America with peace and justice?
Charlie Kyle is a writer living in Bellingham, Washington. He likes the sound of moving water.