Close to the Center
By 3:30 the school is an empty husk. Children bundle home through the animated fog of their breath, full of …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
The Language of Hope
Gray morning rain washes roses. Mrs. Rafferty hangs washing in hope of better things to come. I approach this day …
Poets
Awareness comes on like an atmosphere. A delicate mixture of humours and gas condensed from the chaos of space. It …
Memories I Once Knew
In my memory their voices are too much for a child’s ear, not overly loud or harsh just full of …
Dust to Dust
This is a rewrite of an older poem because I’m feeling the angst of a global meltdown… The …
The Random Art of Beautiful Days
When the telescope came in the mail the first thing I looked at was my brother’s eye. It was a …
On a Road in Maine
On rocks at the veritable edge, lighthouses standout in refraction and reflection. Outliers beaming sixteen miles over serried …
A Short History of Violence
Kitty Genovese (Murder 1964) She became ash, gray, smoldering, then cold, white, windblown. He smothered her in blood and semen. …
The Bear by Galway Kinnell : The Poetry Foundation
The Bear by Galway Kinnell : The Poetry Foundation. In late winter I sometimes glimpse bits of steam coming up …
The Moment
And Jesus said Forgive them as he entered the moment. Looking down from his wooden tower he saw a lovely …
Poetry on the run 