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Spirits Rising

I pray for those where

the world is exploding,

I pray for those

where bodies are falling.

Cling not to this mortal existence

when all is breaking

into hopeless pieces 

of cruel destruction!

There is no choice

but to cry out

in desperation

and hope for release

from this devastation.

The flower pushes up

from the cold concrete.

So, too, our spirits rise

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Sweet Embrace

I woke up this morning thinking,

"Today, I'm going to work and play in the garden of the Universe."

Nothing is mine I realized!

This house I live in is made of wood that came from trees that grew from the soil of this planet.

These people that I love will one day return to the arms of the Universe.

These legs that carry me from my bed to my kitchen to all the places that I visit wil...

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On the Wall Again

I tried to learn how to do Google calendar,

I really did.

I mean it looks like so much fun,

you touch an email invite tab,

and voilà the event shows up like magic on the phone calendar.

I mean wow.

Or you and your BFF reach for your phones

and touch the little calendar picture

and voilà you've set a coffee date.

So efficient, so simple!

But I'm sorry it all fell apart...

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The Light Shines On

My friend remembers

holding babies in an orphanage

across the border

when she was there as a teen

with a charitable group

whose name she has long forgotten.

Her volunteer role was simply to hold and rock the babies,

the sweet little souls.

My friend, like me, is elderly now,

but she still drives all over town

on those fast freeways

that I dare not enter

(when I'...

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Musings in the Mirror

Can I look hate in the face

and call it friend?

Can I look anger in the face

and call it healer?

I run from hate and anger,

even as they creep into my life like unexploded bombs.

Even then, a part of me senses that if I embrace them,

they will dissipate, 

their power will dissolve into nothingness.

With this, I set myself free,

gratefully. 

Are hate and anger the l...

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I Don't Want To Be Great Again

Hey everyone I'm looking for a sandy beach to buy 

where I can go stick my head in the sand for four looong years.

Really, I don't want to know what's going on in this world of bad news, bad news, bad news.

I don't want to buy a newspaper for a dime from the boy on the corner,

I don't want to sit around the old brown radio with the family and fiddle with the dial to see what we can hea...

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Inextinguishable

People I know are buying guns and I don't blame them.

Some lean right and some lean left and they are afraid.

People I know are gathering documents to flee 

and I don't blame them.

There is a sense of looming loss of freedom and safety.

People are taking to the streets, mostly peacefully,

I give gratitude for them.

People are going to the courts, 

arguments in hand, 

I g...

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A Song to Sister Moon

The moon is calling out to me 

in a blast of cold night air,

her beams are reaching out for me 

in an embrace of sweet ascent.

What is it about sister moon

that calls to us as she governs her starry children?

Is it the invitation of her far away, unreachable glide?

Or perhaps it's the coolness of her deep, distant silence.

Whatever it may be that lures us to reach up to her...

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