John GuzlowskiWe came with heavy suitcases
made from wooden boards by brothers we left behind, came from Buchenwald and Katowice and before that Lwow, our mother’s true home, came with our tongues in tatters, our teeth in our pockets, hugging only ourselves, our bodies stiff like frightened ostriches. We were the children in ragged wool who shuffled in line to eat or pray or beg anyone for charity. Remembering the air and the trees, the sky above the Polish fields, we dreamt only of the lives waiting for us in Chicago and St. Louis and Superior, Wisconsin like pennies in our mouths. |
Poets and DreamersSan Clemente, CASo we travel on earth seeking the terrain of Poetry, walking through wilderness and empty landscape or visiting those ancient sites like Dholavira in far-western Gujarat, or Mykenai in the Greek Peloponnese, or the Arawak campsite on eastern Carriacou in the Grenadine Windward Isles, pursuing that authenticity of experience in a form of antique material reality... Kevin McGrath 🐚Yoga of Poetry “Dare to live the life you have dreamed." |
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