Facing the Fire Almost Halloween 30 Nov 202028 Nov 2020 Here in California it is October, almost Halloween. To my Eastern eye the colors are off: no orange, no rust. Even the pumpkin patch of a seasonal entrepreneur emits a…
Facing the Fire… The Pullman Car Factory Fire 30 Nov 202022 Nov 2020 July 13, 1973 Salvation never arrived.…
Facing the Fire… Children of Fire 29 Nov 202029 Nov 2020 Once we fled dry season fires like other beasts, but then we learned to stay along the edges, to go back in when the charred ground cooled, where there was…
Facing the Fire… Spring Burning 29 Nov 202029 Nov 2020 Meadow renewal with burning – flames cleanse, consume seeds unwanted plants and sprouts thickets, trees crowding grass – all gone! Invasive species restrained, now ash. Grass again can roam…
Facing the Fire Natural Disaster 28 Nov 202027 Nov 2020 The fire came from the national forest, the firemen pumping water from my brother’s pool later said it jumped over his house and the street roaring down the backside of…
Facing the Fire… Creek Fire Bear 28 Nov 202027 Nov 2020 Red scabs Where embers scorched away fur, Blistered paws From the last rush through flames, An eye burned white, Staring at nothing, You stand below Sheep Creek. Among boulders snowbound…
Facing the Fire… Walking Black Earth 27 Nov 202027 Nov 2020 for Alvin Greenfield We’ll begin with materials unknown for rebuilding, and fail at trying to file the fire like a death certificate in our brains, burned around the edges. I…
Facing the Fire… A Meeting With The Riverman 27 Nov 202022 Nov 2020 Went down, to the riverbank, to meet ‘the riverman’, one autumn afternoon, I had a few questions, of my own, to ask them, this time. A dead branch, half-submerged,…
Facing the Fire… Nightmare 26 Nov 202022 Nov 2020 A little flickering fire upon a hill We’ve had our eye on for a while, until It suddenly decides to be our fate, Jumping the road with no fuel…
Facing the Fire… Red 26 Nov 202024 Nov 2020 The euonymus are flaming. Their little feather leaves, red as coxcomb and wattle on a rooster’s head. Red standing out from the rest, like the wheelbarrow (in that poem)* so…
Facing the Fire Burn Zone, Six Years After the Fire 25 Nov 202024 Nov 2020 At first all you notice are the charred branches sticking this way and that like an x-ray of life, naked without their familiar brush, wood bones marking summers past, hands…
Facing the Fire… 2020 Summer Sommelier 25 Nov 202019 Nov 2020 swirls her wine’s smoky aroma which makes easy to identify burnt oak’s origin near current Sonoma uncontrolled raging fires. Poem by Gerard Sarnat Gerard Sarnat won San Francisco…
Facing the Fire… Jumping the River 25 Nov 202025 Nov 2020 By Carol Amato Carol Amato's poetry has appeared in many journals and anthologies, most recently: The Peterborough Poetry Project Anthology; The Poet’s Touchstone (New Hampshire Poetry Society); 2019 Connecticut River…
Facing the Fire… Fire on the Inside 24 Nov 202019 Nov 2020 Sacrum root, spine trunk, branches on fire, each lifting its own pain flower. Poem by Mary Salome Mary Salome is an Arab- and Irish-American Buddhist, writer, and media activist…
Facing the Fire… As If the Green Swamp Wasn’t Enough 24 Nov 202023 Nov 2020 We sit around a fired glow steeped in talk of rivers, knowing full well streaming water is the same as blood flowing in muddy veins, our blood, and the great…
Facing the Fire Playing with Fire 23 Nov 202022 Nov 2020 The scent of burning leaves drifts upon the autumn air. The softness of the evening is disturbed by exploding acorns. A woman, wearing a sweater over a faded housedress appears…
Facing the Fire… Fire and Blood 23 Nov 202015 Nov 2020 The color red has guts the paint on our front door the sports car I always wanted my mother’s hair blowing in the wind a geranium red an anemone…
Facing the Fire… sublimating in combustion 22 Nov 202022 Nov 2020 a log barks skin ignites first, warns flame commands the canvas of amber pyrotechnics alive in the darkest, midnight hours as heat reaches the pores microscope cells expand pressure ruptures…
Facing the Fire… Fire and Earth 22 Nov 202024 Nov 2020 Stripped of beauty on denuded hillsides they stand mute bare arms reaching towards unheeding smudged skies. Just yesterday blue spruce fluttered supple eyelashes at wooing birds rustling Douglas…
Facing the Fire Lines Composed 750 Miles West of Charlotte, North Carolina, on Hearing of President Trump’s Scripted Plea for Unity Drowned Out by the Raucous Crowd Chanting ‘Lock Her Up!’ October 26, 2018 21 Nov 202019 Nov 2020 — with nods to, and a last line from, Wordsworth’s “Tinturn Abbey” I’m watching smoke wander upward through its pyramid of black briquettes, hover like a parched fountain slowly stirred…
Facing the Fire… Burned Site 21 Nov 202017 Nov 2020 -Herbert Abelson HTA is a retired academic physician, husband, father, and grandfather who writes prose and poetry about a grand career and life.
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