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, 20211 min read
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, 20211 min read
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, 20201 min read
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, 20202 min read
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, 20191 min read
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, 20191 min read
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, 20191 min read
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, 20191 min read
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, 20191 min read
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, 20191 min read
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, 20191 min read
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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