Joan Woodbridge Poems
- Vacated Space The deciduous year attenuates draws ...
- Kiswar Q'inti* Kiswar Q'Inti*, The Royal Hummingbird of the ...
- The Artist's Model Contemplate...
- Reconciliation Only now may it be spoken that the Divine ...
- An Uneasy Measure Time the uneasy measure we lay upon ...
- Why I Left The Roman Church What is it that I ask of ...
- Stone's Slow Words adamantine density inner halls so steeply...
Iteration I: Blessed by the Great Mother, I was dropped into this life, a member of the several generations destined to negotiate the erotic boundaries between cultural prohibition, the whipped up frenzy of rock and roll, and mind expanding drugs- a short but intense period that lay magically between the availability of birth control pills and antibiotics, and the fateful appearance of AIDS.
Iteration II: I come from a long line of barbarians, land thieves, and genocidal murderers. My English forbearers arrived in America on the Mayflower. I have been taught to be proud of my ancestors. And, indeed, I am proud that my Puritan ancestors would not abide the oppression of anyone-not... more »
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The deciduous year attenuates
my insubstantial resolve.
What beyond a certain grief can I make of this?
Is not failure in the striving itself?
What marks the way
between efforting and too easy acceptance?
beyond the failed dialogue between recrimination and defense?
The year contracts
Ah! Vacated Space again
a stark statement of emptiness
and the quantum paradox of concurrent fullness
'not so much ...