Anthropology
Anthropology, what use are you in these days of singular, weekly visits to the market seeing only masked faces searching for a carton of...
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Poetry
karenweber7
- Feb 28, 2021
- 1 min
Pandemic 2021
In my loft A broken screen, dirty windows. A year later I still see the rooftops of the school across the street. No children or buses...
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karenweber7
- Feb 28, 2021
- 1 min
Winter Solstice 2020
Kathy died on Wednesday, Nancy on Saturday. One from broken nerves, the other a broken heart. Still this morning the dog came in the dark...
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karenweber7
- Dec 25, 2020
- 1 min
A Reminiscence of Pal
I remember Pal, big and slow, his lowered head as I sat, my feet, toes pointed down in dusty sneakers, touching the middle of his belly...
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karenweber7
- Jul 3, 2020
- 2 min
Rio Hondo Voices
On this morning's walk in the mountains by the river. A robin turning to look A gray squirrel chattering A black butterfly circling...
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karenweber7
- Nov 29, 2019
- 1 min
Stones
Walking along the rocky shore of Santa Cruz, and the fog rolling in, I remember seagulls gliding and swooping within its grey rolls,...
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karenweber7
- Nov 29, 2019
- 1 min
Greta: Today and Tomorrow
From the scaly serpent’s mouth, a moment stops the ticking of a clock. One number, one point five, now turned two. A crowd gasps for air,...
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karenweber7
- Nov 28, 2019
- 1 min
Spring in the Catskills
The boys are out with their basketballs hugged close or bounced high and caught. The boys are out with pants falling around their...
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karenweber7
- Nov 28, 2019
- 1 min
Mountain Snake on a Walk to Awosting Lake
In the tall grass along the path’s edge before the tangled branches of the elm, the oak, the pine shut out the light, sideways and...
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karenweber7
- Nov 18, 2019
- 1 min
Santa Fe: Haiku
At Agua Fria and Camino Alire: Through the red light Broken down car – Chihauhau grinning. ~~ Gust of wind A flock takes flight - Dry...
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Karen Weber
- Oct 28, 2019
- 1 min
Pedernal
When I came, I stood upon a cliff, red in the dying light, then fell, pushed over the edge with laughter. I sailed through the air like a...
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Karen Weber
- Oct 27, 2019
- 1 min
Sweet Baby James in Gaza
This poem was in response to PBS News Hour footage after an Israeli air raid in Gaza. The very personal response I had was to the image...
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