Monthly Archives: June 2011

Faith Bemiss 05 14 2011

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15min 15secs

Performed:
May 14th 2011 at the Wine and More in downtown Sedalia

Mama’s Hair
Hawk Eyed Agnes
The Healing World


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The Healing World

The Healing World

The darker nature of the healing world,
hidden down corridors, behind closed doors,
where wounded soldiers are stashed and stained,
unhealing in their wounds,
seeping sickness no one can cure.
T.V. crews tour the immaculate halls reporting
miracles and hasty cures,
never seeing behind the wall in the darkness,
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Hawk Eyed Agnes

Hawk Eyed Agnes

Now Sister Agnes was a steely, spindly woman,
who wore gray matron clothes and black lace up shoes.
She sat ram-rod straight in her wooden pew, face toward the front–
three rows back, on the left–
she took no flack from adults or kids.
And, if you sat close enough, and talked enough during holy worship hour,
she thump you on the head with withered paw,
stare you straight in the eye, and say “mash that mouth shut!”
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Mama’s Hair

Mama’s Hair

Mama’s hair used to be brown,
My first memory of her, is being rocked in her arms,
nuzzled against the comfort of her big bosom
while she sang an off-tune lullaby,
her short brown hair crowning her head.
When I was three, mama dyed her hair black,
She took one looked in the mirror
and croaked,
“Oh God what have I done!”
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Steve Wiegenstein 05 14 2011

Click to listen to Steve Wiegenstein 05 14 2011

5min 15secs

Performed works by Michael Perkins:
May 14th 2011 at the Wine and More in downtown Sedalia

How They Ran the Buddha Out of Town
Timothy Leary and the School Bus
The Party


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Haiku from Rustic Seasons

Haiku from Rustic Seasons

–from “Spring”

Rainbow spans the sky.
Below, the trail of a snail
Crosses the front step.

–from “Summer”

Skyscrapers go up;
Two ants move a crumb of bread
Across brick sidewalks.
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Flashback

Flashback

Your cry pierces my sleep
like a shotgun blast,
a small circle of impact exploding
into a familiar pattern of panic.

I often hear this cry,
shrill and unnatural
like the war itself,
a never-ending strip of negatives
reprinting themselves
over and over in your mind
when sleep catches you off guard.
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Pieces

Pieces

The pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
lie scrambled on a table
in the waiting room
of the cancer center:
shades of white, pink, lavender
that combine somehow
to depict four masked revelers
at Mardi Gras.
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Barefoot and Blognant

Barefoot and Blognant
–from the blog “Googie’s Attic” Googie’s Attic

The other morning I was swinging a leg over the side of the bed when Pa-pa (to whom I sometimes allow partial credit for the fact that we have grandkids) asked the obvious: “Are you getting up?”

“I have to,” I said. “I have a blog in my head.”

“Should we call the doctor,” he asked, “or do you just need to blow your nose?”

“I just need to get to the coffee pot and the computer,” I said, “in that order.” The truth was, I was rapidly nearing the end of my most recent blognancy, and I was about to pop. I grabbed my robe and headed downstairs.
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The Party

The Party

walking into the room

the buzz takes you

nothing but brain static

white noise

surrounded by dramatic vignettes

strolling through one production after another

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