Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 9 (dogs in water)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Nine

Pause a second
to watch the dogs
in water, the cold
winter currents
not even a bother

only the ball matters

the shake shake shake
of fur in sun, water
droplets dancing, one
by one by one, and then
they’re off into the river

another dog on the run

Peace (spring — release),
Kevin

Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 8 (lost hours)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Eight

Plant this lost hour
deep into the ground,
like a flower of hope
and bloom

The clockmaker remembers
only days of dark
and light

The poet forgets
the words discovered,
then writes

The father ponders
the moments, the child
now grown, gone

The teacher reaches
forever forward, faith
beyond

We’re in this yawning room,
pining, in mourning,
for the afternoon

Peace (moving forward),
Kevin

Slice of Life/SmallPoems Day 7 (underground artists)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Seven

What comes to mind
when I see the mounds:

that scene in the movie
where the madman
dreamer sculpts mashed
potatoes, an unrelenting vision
of an alien visit

but these mounds are dirt,
tunneled debris, piled ankle-high
like volcanoes without the heat

these underground artists live
below in a place we can’t see,
small creatures working furiously
before spring

Peace (digging it),
Kevin

Slice of Life/ SmallPoems Day 6 (human lampposts)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Six

like driving
through freeze-frame;
I’m the only thing
in motion on this
short city street — I tally
five men, two women
head-bent over phones,
rooted human lampposts
with a dull shine glow

Peace (looking alert),
Kevin

Slice of Life/ SmallPoems Day 5 (classroom voice)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Five

“I thought it’d be boring
but it’s not,” he says,
sounding surprised,
and a bit too loud

But maybe, today,
he speaks
for the crowd

working to invent words
that never existed,
using only some rules,
imagination, choice

his public exclamation,
a song inside the
noise

Peace (in schools),
Kevin

Slice of Life/ SmallPoems Day 4 (election edition)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Four

The first face I meet
greets me warmly,
a neighbor as a host of
an Election Day gathering

I’m led to the volunteers
at tables, situated at seats,
rolls of residents on paper,
fingers along city streets

Two sheets — national and
local —and a black marker for
coloring the oval, dark
please, I’m reminded,
shaded beneath

then its a play in reverse,
the machine opens its mouth
to feed on my forms,
and we’re biding goodbyes,
voting complete

Peace (in the booth and beyond),
Kevin

Slice of Life/ SmallPoems Day 3 (reading time)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Three

Figures prone, as if
exhibits in a museum,
a gathering of stories
and words in hand

with not a breath of voice;
each mind’s alive
with what’s unfolding
inside the bound texts

If you could listen,
the inner working
might reveal cacophony,
a multitude

but here, in the classroom,
through this window,
it’s a comfortable quiet,
a sustained silence

Peace (books have it),
Kevin

Slice of Life/ SmallPoems Day 2 (dog sounds)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day Two

The dog breathes
in then out, and
out then in, his
slumber, deep

as my wife
reminds me,
so often do I,
a conductor
waving a baton

in rhythmic sleep

Peace (good dog music),
Kevin

Slice of Life/ SmallPoems Day 1 (snowflake)

(I am participating in the March Slice of Life challenge via the Two Writing Teachers site.  Slice of Life is the idea of noticing the small moments. I have been a participant for many years and each year, I wonder if I will have the energy to write every day. This year, I am going to try to coincide it with my daily poetry writing, and intend to compose small poems on small moments. We’ll see how it goes …)

Day One

I’m looking
as she’s reaching,
fingertips for the solitary
snowflake,

a floating apparition
in the early
Springtime sun,

but then it’s gone
before we even notice
what it is
we were watching
when we were watching
this

a trace of hope;
a lover’s kiss

Peace (and poems),
Kevin

Slice of Life: Embroidery as an Act of Resistance

(This is for the Slice of Life challenge, hosted by Two Writing Teachers. We write on Tuesdays about the small moments in the larger perspective … or is that the larger perspective in the smaller moments? You write, too.)

I was wandering our small city’s downtown, a little bit bored and sort of wasting the hour. This is often when our attention to the small things of the world is at its finest — when we are not consumed by other tasks. I noticed the window of a public art gallery, and wandered in. I had time.

The latest art show in the gallery is called Tiny Pricks, and it features embroidery of President Trump’s craziest quotes, with art as the lens of protest. It’s both amazingly insightful and sadly alarming (the things Trump says). Along with the art on display, the gallery has hosted sessions for more embroidery for visitors. At a table, all of the materials were laid out, at rest, as if the embroidery team had just suddenly gone off on coffee break and would be back soon.

TinyPricksCollage

If I knew how to embroider with needle and thread and cloth, I might have sat down and continued their work. Instead, I kept making my way through the hanging wall displays. There must have been at least a 100 or more embroidered works of art.

I wandered in the gallery for some time, just staring at the embroidery and appreciating how art is a way for us to express our political views, and then wondering if projects like this will translate into votes in November. I eavesdropped in on other patrons, who seemed to be asking some of the same questions.

I left after a bit, still thinking about the artwork for hours later, which I suppose is a sign of the power of the embroidery, of the artists, to help us see the world — political, or otherwise —  in a new way and to wonder about other paths forward.

Peace (and resistance),
Kevin