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Small Poems

Little poems, gathered over time. Browse posts tagged #smallpoems by type and date.

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2020

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Greg McVerry

#smallpoems I am the white space wrapping Warhols's Banana eaten and tossed next to discarded shoes out of frame by the crosswalk while the Hidenburg

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#smallpoems I am the white space wrapping Warhols's Banana eaten and tossed next to discarded shoes out of frame by the crosswalk while the Hidenburg burns A broken zipper stuck on Sticky Fingers that bend light in prisms in photos of an ilmattic infant ready to die while others drown by dollars on a string pulling Patti's blank stare aiming into @mrchuckd '

Greg McVerry

#smallpoems My knuckles scraped, dirt congeals with blood I stack the fallen rock and slip into time scales a rock turned by glacier cleared by Slash

#smallpoems My knuckles scraped, dirt congeals with blood I stack the fallen rock and slip into time scales a rock turned by glacier cleared by Slash and Burn Indigenous farmers stacked neatly in abandon walls by a Conquering culture restacked by Suburban decsendants now mixing my blood into this soil as moss falls to my time Rocks when you listen closely si

Greg McVerry

#smallpoems Strawberry moon rises over Dawn's Land a rekindling of Sacred Fire Wabanaki Council rises over Dawn's Land born to task lighting spirits i

#smallpoems Strawberry moon rises over Dawn's Land a rekindling of Sacred Fire Wabanaki Council rises over Dawn's Land born to task lighting spirits in Four Directions calling All to the Grandmother's Declaration Affirming the Three Sisters hanging over our summer sun Wingspread protections cast moonlit shadows on decimated peoples Now recognized Like the st

Greg McVerry

#smallpoems #writingcommunity #poemsofpresence Our tree now stretches a blanket pulled over, warming us all. Leaves, tired, thirsty drained by savage

#smallpoems #writingcommunity #poemsofpresence Our tree now stretches a blanket pulled over, warming us all. Leaves, tired, thirsty drained by savage drought of human history. Unfurling on a new day, A new hour. And while we look up, and bask in new light we can never forget No root, no tree, Silently, underground networks worked to make it happen. Our roots

Greg McVerry

#smallpoems A maze of misery Girdles our Trees of Liberty killing at edges vines of Bittersweet climbing choking Hungry thirst siphoning sucking on re

#smallpoems A maze of misery Girdles our Trees of Liberty killing at edges vines of Bittersweet climbing choking Hungry thirst siphoning sucking on resources while greed steals the sun leaving us to mire in tangled darkness at the door of reclaimed history at edges of society a nasty force we must uproot hands dirty in work of getting it done.

Greg McVerry