Category Archives: 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration

Green CathedralMy mother in home hospice phones crying but let’s not talk about the breast cancer. Her tears for a tree are nothing new.Now she’s 97 but she was doing this in 1962 when she read Silent Spring by Rachel … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it. For Emily Whenever We May Find Her Bio: Sally Toner (she/her) is a Pushcart nominee whose poetry, fiction, and non-fiction have appeared … Continue reading →

The Red-Eared Sliders at Morningside ParkYou tell me that these turtles who swim here,throng this green pond and give us joy, were pets.One by one by one, people set them free,for school was over and childhood was done. Turtles seem … Continue reading →

Let’s Not Talk About CancerDon’t answer that phoneIf the disease comes callingBeyond irritating it is Debilitating AppallingLet’s Not Talk About CancerLike it is the all and allLike it has unchallenged balance purpose deemed supremeLike it could walk a tight rope … Continue reading →

PredatorsIt started with the plastic containers.We stacked them high, balanced unwieldy towerslike a unicyclist holding another human – what skill, what steadiness.We recycle, but we know from news headlinesa good many are buried: contaminate soil, release toxins when burned, run … Continue reading →

The War WithinWhat they cannot see are the damaged thoughtspunctuated in the dark, the sweet erosion amplified, and the salt of silence, broken, It all implodes, and blossoms again, in the infinite landscapes and riverbeds of our minds, a wilderness … Continue reading →

Dear Cancer,Wherever you are, I’m not sure, I do thank you for not coming into my body though you certainly have come into my orbit. Not even a year ago, we learned you were having your way with someone close … Continue reading →

Breathe life inBreathe life inLet things outWith your rooms overflowingIt’s hard to stay lightLet life inBreathe things outHave a rest if it helpsHave a walk in the wildThere’s no need to go far Nor to escape from the crowdLet life … Continue reading →

Come L’AcquaLa poesia finiscenei corridoi, di notte,il tuo respiro irregolarei passi strascicatiper la schiena dolorantee il sonno scappato viatra i molteplici effetti collaterali.La poesia non reggel’avvelenamento costantea cui prestiamo il tuo corponella statistica ricercadi una sopravvivenza.La poesia fa malecome fa … Continue reading →