Fireplace
The first few fires upon the hearth
beneath our belt in our warm winter
comfort-food belly
the coffee ready in the morning-timed
pot ready to please us again
the warmth we know is arising
planned, set or just ready
for some warmth, fire in the evening
coffee in the morning
we need this and want this
a planet cannot go around without
somebody chopping, working,
setting fire to something
maybe something we hadn’t seen before
and noticing what warmth
arises
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Sing
or, what keeps me writing
the only security is in security
is in keeping yourself sane and happy
with your security blanket poems
keep bangin’ ‘em out
again and again and if
it’s the same thing over and over
well isn’t life like that anyway
except if you don’t
speak up you have no voice
and that’s how it is
when you die, they tell me
and I can’t remember but I’ll bet
it was that way before I was born
Harry Calhoun’s articles, literary essays, book reviews and poems have been published in magazines including Writer’s Digest and The National Enquirer. He has had recent publications in Abbey, Chiron Review, Still Crazy, SNReview, Abandoned Towers, Dante’s Heart, Yippee! and Word Catalyst, for whom he writes a monthly column. He also has poetry forthcoming in LiteraryMary, The Dead Mule, Nefarious Ballerina, &c, A Common Thread, Buk Scene, Neonbeam and others. Harry writes an online wine column about quality affordable wines called Ten Dollar Tastings.
Great poems.
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