Category Archives: Poem


The sun claws its way
up the buildings,
a pink hue
shyly peeking over the up,
until at last,
morning comes again.

1 December 2017


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Bumper to bumper
the traffic coiled around Cleveland’s east side,
tail lights in the darkness
provided an illusion of a unified being,
undulating around the city,
a metal and glass reminder of the
black snake to which we are addicted
even as it chokes the Mother

27 October 2017
Cleveland Heights, Ohio

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Luke, Merdine T., and love

Luke and Merdine TEach item packed,
was packed with care,
for each was so much more
than a physical object,
transcended time and crossed miles
with unbreakable cords
of memory,

The wooden box came apart
in Eric’s hands.
The pieces, sixteen black and sixteen white,
he nestled securely inside;
then rubber bands bound the box together,
until the hinges can be repaired.
Into a plastic bag,
then into a cushioned bag
went the box.
Eric smiled at me;
I smiled at him,
warmth washing over us both.
As he took the package to car,
I turned to Essie,
“Someday, have him tell you about
Luke and
Merdine T.”
As she agreed,
Essie smiled at me.
I smiled at her,
knowing the love will pass along.

3 July 2017
Cleveland Heights, Ohio

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Purple flowers, Old Louisville 19

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7 May 2017
Old Louisville
Louisville, KY

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Purple, not flowers, suitcase


Travel in purple style.
29 April 2017

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It comes this night

It comes this night.

ever so faintly,
it comes.

Above the roar
of anger and hatred,

Above the howl
of prejudice and bigotry,

Above theĀ maelstrom
of systems and structures,

Above the crash
of violence and war,

Above the groan
of doubt and despair,

Above the dis-ease
of heartache and heartbreak

Above theĀ tumult
of turmoil and trouble

Above the clamor
of struggle and strife

Above it all,
despite it all
because of it all,

It comes.

ever so faintly,
it comes.

A baby’s cry,
life and
love and
justice and
peace and
this night
and all nights.

24 December 2016
Goochland, Virginia


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But there’s no Irish whiskey, so what’s the point?

JamesonI know why
the rum is all gone.

I don’t. Since
there was never any rum to begin with,
it can’t be all


But I wonder

why clothes are pouring out of the hamper.
And I wonder
why the sink is full of dishes.

A cooperative poem
Words – Mark Koenig
Formatting – Michelle Barthel
Title – Ginna Bairby

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