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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of several nonfiction books, a collection of poetry, "Children to the Mountain" and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music" Over the last few years he has begun calling himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance and oracular.
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Tuesday, April 16, 2024Absence followed by a reflection When the birds are here / The songs comes with them / The songs are in the birds 
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Monday, April 15, 2024Prana: it's not a big deal. Just breathe. Make this a practice, see what happens, share what happens. It doesn't matter who we are or what we think
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Thursday, April 11, 2024The speed demons followed by a reflection We / I feel like an ant among ants /Creeping along the vein of a leaf /Though a future-petrified swamp.
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Tuesday, April 9, 2024interesting anecdote on healing my psychic / dream body (how that works) So, I think what happened here was I tended to my psychic / dream body and that resulted in eliminating one layer of my distress, 
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Sunday, April 7, 2024Me and Woodstock - a moment caught in amber Clark (with his shoulder-length raven hair To kill for is saying, "We're heading for Woodstock. Do you want to come?"
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Tuesday, April 2, 2024Say something followed by a reflection I don't remember you saying anything negative. / But when I read this today / I imagined you turning your pained eyes to me. 
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Friday, March 29, 2024The teaching of the rainmaker The day has come / I see you anxiously packing / Your spear and your gun / And your pepper spray.
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Wednesday, March 27, 2024Reflection on my poem "Seeing Red", posted on 3/17/24 The 60s was my holocaust. It burned up my childhood to a cinder. But like the protagonist in The Giver, at the end of the 60s, my spirit was rescued by the color red. . 
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Friday, March 22, 2024The exuberant invitation and a reflection Everything that is ours is yours. / Be sure to bring your Prozac and your Zantac and your kayak 
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Wednesday, March 20, 2024This war This war has messes with my immune system / (I think this war it has shortened my life) / This war is like a strong wind blowing through my brain 
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Sunday, March 17, 2024Seeing red I remember/The day my youth ended / When my brother asked me / Have you thought about the draft? 
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Saturday, March 16, 2024Greg Braden on the Psalm 83 War: What about those Biblical prophecies and coded predictions? Do the stupidest, shallowest, most self-centered or delusional, narrow minded, sickest people make the most history? 
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Tuesday, March 12, 2024Magical protection followed by a brief reflection Such power objects are not fake./ Especially if they call you to them, 
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Tuesday, March 5, 2024In the studio You played brilliantly while I read./ Your cello creaked and moaned and broke/Into sobs and ripped cloth
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Tuesday, March 5, 2024This I saw in a dream The dog is only being polite out of respect for the man's ego./ He is a patient dog. / The dog is describing the man's behavior to him./ He isn't making anything up. 
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Monday, February 19, 2024One moment in a vast story followed by a reflection Misty rain / It is the dawn / Of some world's birthday 
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Wednesday, February 14, 2024Capturing scraps of the Apocalypse: Abdicating my Plastic Crown followed by a reflection Some plastic turns brittle like eggshell / As if waiting for any kind of human contact to disintegrate. 
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Thursday, February 8, 2024War, god and the silence of mountains followed by an explanation Five or so wars ago I almost lost you / To a great war, my father. / (That would be my soul talking)
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Wednesday, February 7, 2024Our house-sitters Their dogs liked our cats / Albeit the like was not mutual / But they loved to garden 
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Friday, February 2, 2024The right and left brain enjoying a rare moment of comradery (a prose poem) My right brain was tired./ My left brain said, / Let's go on an "outing". Page 1 of 32 First Last Back Next 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 View All |
