poetryrepairs #202 v14.07:078
ROB GANSON : Big Old Moon
MICHAEL ESTABROOK : Good to be Alive
GEOFF FOX : Ya Haqq
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ROB GANSON
Big Old Moon
  When Northern lights explode into fractals and the frost bears witness to nothing witless eyes sparkle at the sight of that big old moon   Blue, it hangs over the pines like a bus to andromeda umbilical vines tug at the wolf's glad song   Full, the coffers of whimsy Full, the voice of the singer the songbook of the crazed Full, the lovers hands seeking that moist nest Full, the lake's vast basin from which the giant oozes as the time for mayhem ripens

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All the fine arts are species of poetry--Samuel Taylor Coleridge

poetry repairs your heart
even as it splits it open.
VIRGINIA WOOLF
The Art of Reading




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ROB GANSON tends to write on themes of nature and the human condition, and is quite fond of spoken word events. POETRYREPAIRS looks forward to reading more poetry from ROB.

MICHAEL ESTABROOK
Good to be Alive
Some days it's just good to be alive, like today, November 20, in New England, 62 degrees outside, a warm breeze breezing, sweet as pumpkins. I rake leaves and clean them out of the gutters, check the oil in the cars, put ice scrapers in each one, in expectation of another brutal winter. I gather up some more branches that came down in the recent Nor'easter, drag them to the burn pile out back. And we do a little shopping, the supermarket and hardware store, I buy a new plant for my library. Finally we stop off for a lovely Chinese lunch: General Gau's Chicken and Shrimp with Bean sprouts. But what I'm most grateful about today is Mom hasn't called yet to let me know that Aunt Alice has died.

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GEOFF FOX Ya Haqq
(invoking Truth)
"I love you in me out of what was an us: to you the same old way the old ones did I love you."


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Poetry endangers the established order
of the soul - Plato

REPAIR : resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition.
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poetryrepairs #202 v14.07:078
ROB GANSON : Big Old Moon
MICHA EL ESTABROOK :Good to be Alive
GEOFF FOX : Ya Haqq

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