Poetry
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Rainforest Alliance
All sales of How To Carry Soup now support the Rainforest Alliance – a meaningful point of connection between the art of poetry and environmental protection. Art matters. Science matters. Earth matters. It matters. “Change the way you carry soup and watch the world open.” Continue reading
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Withlacoochee River, 1986
Strange, how there’s no money in bending spoons, levitating, walking through walls, eating fire. Stranger still, the mind’s tireless insistence on returning to the same vault of memory: a woven hammock bleached by the sun, beach glass, the texture of a Van Gogh, metallic oysters, cold beer, fried shrimp, French vanilla ice cream. Strangest of Continue reading
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Stone Lion
The face of the stone lion has turned white due to weather and time, two things I understand very little of, being neither meteorologist nor physicist. I only know that he reminds me of a Celtic warrior about to pick a fight, milky streaks spreading through the dark copper of his mane. A stone lion Continue reading
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High Road
Once you have traveled in the four directions, along the main thoroughfare, and spent a good deal of time on back roads and side roads, putting one foot in front of the other until you reach a measure of satisfaction, it is possible you might find Continue reading
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Beginner’s Mind
Beginner’s Mind Spirit of breath and practice, holy mystery of movement and stillness, grant me the discipline to just sit here, though the old fires still burn in me. Grant me the wisdom to remain plainspoken at the doorstep of the mind’s entanglements. Let me keep a balanced, empty mind. Grant me patience, not only Continue reading
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The Good News
Excerpt from The Good News, a poem from my collection How To Carry Soup (Homebound Publications, 2020). Continue reading
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These Particular Blues
It was one of those days when the movie of your life should have won an Academy award for best screenplay. The twists and turns knocked everyone out, the plot was as tight as high-end waterproof luggage, and the soundtrack matched how everyone felt that year with uncanny accuracy. All you know is it’s one Continue reading
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Dear Diary
You must not complain about dust. Dust becomes cloud becomes rain becomes forest becomes life, so you must not complain about dust as you wipe it from a table, books, shelves. May there be an empty space in the palm of my hand, where every night some means to an end used to be. Not Continue reading
C.M. Rivers 