Category Archives: 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration

Shower Songs Alexa plays the songs that remind me of you. Alexa, please play….. Copyright © Valeri  Beers 2018 Valeri Beers is from Bangor, Maine. She had her first book of poems titled …details… published by Thomas Hill Publishing and … Continue reading →

High and Mighty Tech I don’t like the way he talks to Siri. He won’t be fooled by her sweet, slightly vulnerable voice as though English were her second language. He wouldn’t be fooled by robots, either. Even if they … Continue reading →

Memory Card We were always just a series of dots, dull or sharp, less or more, depending on how much we wanted to blow them up. We will lose the race across black glass to faces. Please delete the smiles … Continue reading →

A Newly Discovered Love I don’t really know you, yet I’ve called your name hundreds of times this week I’ve called out looking for answers or in need of help. You answer as if knowing my exact needs, yet sometimes … Continue reading →

Green Mountain Magic Our auto bumps along the gravel road; a picnic on Mount Equinox we planned. The engine whimpers at the climbing load, but on we push till deep in timberland. Continuing on foot we find a glade: an … Continue reading →

Love Letter in an Age of Aggrandizement Alexa, love, mute your horn. You’ll toot our ears out. I came of age, you understand, at the dawning of the age of Aquarius; and what that broke into, you remember, was less … Continue reading →

Stuck in Circles The lights are faulty in our kitchen. This is not a metaphor for my daughter who’s been two weeks and counting in the children’s psychiatric hospital – one day perfect, the next day broken. It’s a breaker … Continue reading →

Love in the Age of Alexa When Alexa dies Will I bury her in the backyard like a loved cat? Or will I put her on the mantelpiece Like an urn with ancestral ashes? Does she deserve an Alexa-shaped headstone? … Continue reading →

Come, Let’s Stroll Across the Floor Come to me in the silence of the night—from “Echo” by Christina Rossetti When the light goes off in the hall, my 1956 dictionary spreads itself wide open and the no-longer-used Words come to … Continue reading →

Silent Screen A message, not in a bottle, but on a palm-sized screen, sent off for an answer which has not yet arrived. Did it reach its destination? Or was it blown off course to float in an endless sea? … Continue reading →